Bewilderment Novels & Stories

She can feel the effect of the whisky she drank earlier. She drank until she wasn't in her normal state. Lisa hardly walked straight. She went to the dance floor to dance. She saw a familiar body dancing also on the dance floor. It was Jennie, looks like both of them are totally drunk. ' Irene must've been sleeping now in her room' Lisa thought and went near the small bunny who also wasn't in her normal state either. The two danced and enjoyed dancing without realizing that they are dancing with the person they hate. A few minutes later while still dancing. Things started to get hot when Lisa held Jennie's waist and pulled Jennie close to her. Lisa felt Jennie's ass grinding her member and i

It feels like a growl trapped in a cavern. Aiden staggers back, his legs hitting the edge of the bed. He falls onto the mattress, staring blankly at the wall. The blood drains from his face. His wolf? The words ring in his ears, impossible and yet undeniable. He feels a shift deep inside his gut, a sensation of something wild uncoiling, settling into his bones with a heavy, possessive weight. He is stunned, his mouth hanging open, unable to process the reality of his own mind.

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

Anything. I force myself to breathe. Deep. Controlled. It takes effort, but I manage to cage the turbulence clawing inside me. After half an hour of walking—yes, walking, everywhere, because of course—something shifts. The silence starts to empty my mind, and I recognize the danger in that. I shake my head lightly, but my chest tightens anyway, pressure blooming for no goddamn reason. I ground myself through my feet. That’s when I realize I’m no longer stumbling.

I ask. Nothing answers. Of course not. But something shifts. Small. Subtle. The word doesn’t feel as solid. “Where did it come from?” Silence. The gap widens. “Why does it not connect to anything else?” The word flickers. Not audibly. Internally. Like its edges just— Blurred. “Why does it feel complete when it shouldn’t be?” That’s the one. The shift is sharper this time. More obvious. The word— Wavers.

His chiseled jaw, covered in the perfect amount of stubble, mesmerized me as it clenched and unclenched. What is he thinking? And why does that question both scare and excite me?

Immediately I set eyes on the message, I froze. My expression was a mix of shock, awe, and utter bewilderment, like I was struggling to process what I was seeing. How true is this?

Niko I'm in a state of shock, my mind swirling in a dizzying whirlpool of confusion and disbelief. I never anticipated finding myself in this situation, yet a curious sense of validation wells up within me. It's as if a deep-seated instinct reassures me that, despite being under the sway of something invisible, an anger that rules my brain, I am still firmly in control and haven't lost my grip on reality.

**The Strange Sickness** Aria awoke to an insidious wave of weakness, a heavy fog settling over her limbs and pinning her to the bed. The world around her swayed unsettlingly, each flicker of light from the window disorienting. When she attempted to sit up, a fierce and nauseating lurch rose within her, forcing her to collapse back onto the comforting yet unyielding mattress. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, each pulse feeling like a distant drum signaling an uninvited storm.

I made my way through the maze of tables, greeting my coworkers with a half-hearted smile, all the while preoccupied with my own thoughts. Lost in my worries, I absentmindedly meandered through the maze of tables, my mind racing as I tried to piece together the puzzle of my diminishing wolf form. It was during this chaotic mental state that I failed to notice an obstacle in my path—a stray chair leg jutting out at an awkward angle. In a split second, my foot caught the obstruction, sending me hurtling towards the ground in a tangled mess of limbs.