Beyond Magenta Novels & Stories

"Maybe you're overthinking this, Mike. You know people do have doppelgangers, and what if you meeting her is just a mere coincidence? I really don't think you need bother yourself with this. She may look like May, and also bear the same name as her, but you must know that she isn't our May. May is—" "I know, Alicia." Mike calmly interrupted her. "I know she's gone and she's never coming back. There's no way she must have magically returned to earth because this isn't a fantasy book or a movie." He smiled sadly. "What was I even thinking? I didn't go to London because of this."

Aranya meant everything to her. For a mother there's nothing which is beyond her child's happiness and Aarunya was an exception. She could do anything for her child, she would do anything for her child, for his happiness and for her freedom. She was willing to do anything in the past and she is still capable of breaking the cruel Chains of her destiny to give her son a future without the vengeful man who shattered and bruised her to such an extent.

Her nails—lacquered obsidian—tapped twice against the wheel. Then she pulled away from the curb like a queen riding into war. The ride to Staten Island took just under an hour. The facility she funded was nestled behind a gated perimeter, veiled in anonymity. To the outside world, it was just another biotech institute in a borough that people barely paid attention to. But to those on the inside—like Beth—it was a temple of psychological manipulation, cutting-edge memory technology, and unregulated potential. The guard at the gatehouse recognized her car immediately. No ID check. No words. Just a nod and the slow rise of the security barrier.

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

Magenta. "I know that you might have a lot of fear inside you. It's never easy to get rid of those, I know but if you're not going to chase your dreams, who is going to do it for you? Your mail man? Your dishwasher? The people around you? No. There will not be anyone to chase your dreams for you. Always remember that." I said and before leaving the podium, "Go beyond your boundaries, you will never regret it." * * * "I'm sorry if we were late. You know already that I am managing this painting org for children. I couldn't leave as soon as I want." Dandara said to start off our conversation.

They all hear my thoughts? "Yes" they say in unison. “Just Roman, Sebastian and I though," Catherine adds. “We are lycans. We can hear anyone's thoughts from a close range though." She shrugs. Yes, lycans are the highest ranking werewolves with super abilities. Damn! “Let's play a game!" Roman suggests beside his mate, causing Catherine's eyes to sparkle with excitement. "Yes, let's play a game of tag!" she exclaims, grinning like a child.

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I sat at my desk, sipping my coffee and staring out the window, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Stanbic Cooperation Company, a leading cosmetics firm, was now under my leadership. We were among the top three biggest cosmetic companies in Mayae with numerous partners from all around the world.

I feel the weight of his attention, and I stiffen instinctively. For a moment, I almost feel like this is the first time the three of us—Levi, Greta, and I—are existing in the same space without words hovering between us. But I know it isn’t. This isn’t peace. This is the calm before something else, something I can’t yet name.

Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms. “So what is this place?” I asked Luna once I caught up with her after apologizing to a lady I accidentally bumped into. “Central market. Not from the world that you know.” She said avoiding people so fluidly as if she knew where they will go. “Not from the what?" I swear if she labels me as dumb I will literally point out to her that days ago I thought only humans are on this planet. “Not from Earth. Well not directly connected to Earth. God, I wish you had a little more educating before we did this.” she said under her beathe.