Alternate Universe Prompts Novels & Stories

They are the usually target of their prank and now is like doing the old days. Cailly sets the pale on top of the door frame while Rose assuring the rope on it. The pale contains of something sticky wet paint in yellow green color. Charisha is beaming excitedly with Alicia holding her while Cailly and Rose setting few more traps in two more doors with different kinds of things such as flour with mixture of egg and water, just like a pancake mixture and the other is like a jelly jam in red color. When things are all set, Cailly and Rose joined Alicia and Charisha in their hiding spot, they waited patiently, the excitement in their faces.

I said, and Unice came to a halt, massaging me. "Do you believe in a parallel universe?" Unice asked me out of the blue. "What kind of inquiry is that? I'm not sure about that, but I believe so. What exactly is it about?" I asked her, and I opened my eyes because I heard her laugh. "The other universe is where we have the same body, same face but different kind of person," Unice spoke up, leaving me speechless. "Really? Do you mean my parents are still alive in the alternate universe?" I asked her, and she nodded after rising from laying down.

She sighed deeply before giving me a small smirk and passing a soft package into my lap. “I’ll see you later!” She called out before leaving the apartment, the door closing behind her. I sat for a while just letting all of that sink in, was there more to my parents that Alpha Clide and Luna Ashly had not told me? I felt my world shake as I launched up out of my chair, the gift Anya had given me falling to the floor as I rushed into my room. I opened the photo album the Luna had given me of my parents staring down at their faces. My mother’s glowing white hair, so similar to mine but she had dark blue eyes. My father, his scar… the Luna’s words echoed in my mind as I stared at those all too f

Every time I saw the hope in her eyes for her father, my resentment towards Alfred grew. How could he just throw away such a precious little girl? To get Alfred out of my head, I dove back into the career I adored. I used to be a comic artist, and I had a pretty solid reputation in the comic scene. However, I was doxxed, and my private info got blasted all over the internet. They discovered that I was the bride who was jilted at the wedding. My scandalous video was once again circulating online, causing widespread ridicule towards me and the Hawkins family.

Suddenly they were no longer in the office. They were in the conference room from their original timeline—but twisted. The long table was there, but now it was a stage. Alternate versions of their past selves watched from the shadows: the hotel suite version of Alex on his knees, the gala balcony version being fucked against the railing, the safehouse version strapped and edged. All of them moaning. All of them begging. The alternate Alex sat at the head of the table like a king. “Choose your role, Alex. Dominant or submissive. Here, you can have both. But you must pick one permanently. The timeline demands balance.”

She said, sticking the end of the bottle between her lips as she gulped down another round. Like i said, that's the thing about the alternate universe, that no matter how much you wished it became a reality. It just never does. And you're stuck in the shittier version called life. To be continued...

I was confused about what to say. "Are you going to complete it today?" he asked me. God! Why is he always in an angry mood? "I need some clothes to change," I said. "So, what can I do?" he asked. "I don't have any spare clothes to change into," I said. "Then don't wear anything," he said. "What?" I shouted. He is so shameless! How can he say this? Idiot fellow! "Can you lend me your mother's or sister's dress?" I asked.

LUCIEN Sitting next to Carol, I help my sister do her homework. We have to put together a project, build a cardboard house. So we are both setting up the house. Carol is capricious, she wants to paint the house in different colors and add some glitter to give it a little shine. My sister is creative. I pick up one of the cardboard pieces and my sister hands me the glitter, reminding me of Friday night. A bright and pleasurable night. That masked man touching himself while I danced for him, the sensation of his hard member rubbing against my groin... That man came to me for nothing, even when I tried to concentrate.

I gritted my teeth. “Continue the ceremony!” I screamed. “Oh.” Was the only thing the elder could say Ashe scrambled to obey me. The ceremony would continue and I would become Luna. But even with all that, Amara still needed to die. No one else would have Kael except me. I smiled to myself as Kael took his oaths. It’s a good thing I already had a plan in place to get rid of the bitch. Amara was already in my trap and she won’t survive it.

“There were countless failed realities.” Auren's eyes narrowed. “Failed realities?” “Yes.” “Why didn't I know?” “Because they were erased.” The figure laughed. “Not erased.” He raised his hand. “They were abandoned.” The space around them cracked. Thousands of dead universes appeared. Each one contained a different version of Auren. Some were heroes. Some were monsters. Some were kings. Some were ordinary people. Some had never met Kael. Some had never possessed the Heart. Some had never existed long enough to make a choice.