Beyond Myriad People Novels & Stories

When Tanya Spencer was eighteen, she was sexually assaulted by a stranger who was drunk. She went straight to the police. Despite the fear and enormous pressure she faced, she refused to back down and made sure the powerful, well-connected man who had assaulted her ended up behind bars. But the trauma he left behind ran deep. For years afterward, even having a man come too close would make her tremble uncontrollably. Sometimes the nausea was so overwhelming that she would throw up. Tanya thought this was simply what the rest of her life would look like. She felt ruined. Tainted. Like she'd never be able to love someone or live a normal life again. Then Preston Hayes came along. He w

Yvette Johnson did not learn the truth until her final moments: she had two husbands. One was Jordan Spencer. The other was his twin brother, Xander Spencer. They both loved Jade Harrison, the false heiress. But since they had no choice but to marry Yvette, the real heiress, they made a deal behind her back. They would take turns spending a week with her so neither brother would lose out.

It served as a beacon of hope and a testament to the power of unity, drawing beings from far and wide to collaborate and shape a future built on cooperation and understanding. The supernatural and human communities eagerly embraced the opportunities presented by the Multiversal Nexus. Scientists and scholars exchanged groundbreaking discoveries, expanding their understanding of magic, technology, and the nature of reality itself. Artists and creatives found inspiration in the diverse cultures and perspectives they encountered, enriching their own creations with new ideas and influences.

Tea walked as carefully as she could while trying to maintain her balance. Honestly, she was relieved that the test was nothing too excessive here because she honestly did not want to go back to wherever she just came from. She walked against the line while being so deep in thought without noticing the people that were falling around her. The palace maids and eunuchs were extremely ruthless. Anyone who stumbled more than once was eliminated so before long there were only five people out of the original twenty that passed this test. Tea also passed miraculously. She sighed in relief and was directed to a courtyard for lunch while waiting for the other girls to come back. At lunchtime, she not

Beth said brightly, brushing her long curls back from her shoulders, “that went even better than I imagined.” Kingsley blinked, as though surfacing from a deep underwater haze. “Better?” he echoed numbly. Beth grinned wider. “Over eight hundred thousand people were on that livestream, baby. Eight hundred thousand. Do you understand what that means? The numbers are insane. And the engagement rate—it’s through the roof. I already saw people reposting the breakfast scene on their stories. It’s iconic.” Kingsley didn’t respond. Beth picked up the tiny rose vase from the tray, spun it in her fingers, and then set it back down.

It was impossible for Brenda to have never left the base before. The base was a shelter that the remaining people had built together during the zombie apocalypse. And to keep the base sustainable, the commander had laid down a rule that every adult had to go out and forage for food and supplies every week. Even I hadn't been exempted from that rule before I had gravely injured my leg. So, how could it be that Brenda never left the base before? Just then, I caught sight of the ring on her finger again. I immediately looked at Curtis as realization dawned on me.

But she did not seem to hear me, taking the little girl’s hand and preparing to leave. I instinctively tried to follow, but a thin golden barrier stopped me. Written on it were the words, "On the path to the afterlife, those who’ve moved on will never meet again." I watched as a long-lost smile spread across Emma’s face. And as I smiled, I began to cry. In the end, Emma and I were never meant to be.

Chapter 10 — The Hawthornes Her mind was still frazzled from the conversation with her parents as she watched their limo leave the chapel grounds when she felt a hand wrap around her arm. She turned sharply and was met face to face with the woman she had seen inside at the front pews where Jaxon’s family was seated. A woman she realized was Naomi Hawthorne. World-renowned philanthropist, former Miss World, Miss USA, and famous pageant who once walked a runway with even more famous runway models just to raise money for a charity course.

"How about we keep pretending? Let's live together. At least that way, people won't keep asking where my husband is." My partner raised an eyebrow. "I was thinking the same thing. Ever since I joined the new unit, people keep asking about me and trying to set me up. They think I'm some rich returnee. It's exhausting. "Good thing you're here. You can help block them for me."

And why did I feel like I had just witnessed something I shouldn’t have? A memory then sparked. A rumor. It was a story I had heard in school years ago. We were kids then, sitting in a circle while the power was out, swapping ghost stories. Someone had whispered about doubles—people who looked exactly like you, not twins nor relatives, but strangers who shared your face. The story went like this: everyone has one—a doppelgänger. But you’re never supposed to meet them. If you do, bad things happen. I’d laughed it off back then and called it simply superstition, another story to frighten children.