Beyond Myriad People Novels & Stories

“ The natural order of this university is garbage, Aurora, I muttered, tightening the grip of my backpack. We reached my locker to find a sleek matte black shopping bag hanging from the handle of my locker. It was the kind of bag that cost more than my monthly rent. A small gold logo, embossed in the Conner; Lora Piano. One of Milian’s most exclusive high Fashion brands. Aurora's head snapped up. “Holy shit is that… ? No way, she gasped, her jaw dropping.”

I was the biological daughter of the Moretti family, stolen and deliberately switched at birth. When they finally brought me home, everyone believed I had come for their money and power. No one said it more often than Bianca, the daughter they had raised in my place. She said poor people knew better than anyone how to look helpless, and how to trick the rich out of everything they owned. For three years, I tried to prove her wrong. I kept the surname Vale. I stayed away from Moretti Holdings. I refused every expensive gift they offered me. Then my father announced that the family was facing a liquidity crisis. Several core accounts had been frozen, and three of their transport routes had bee

"What requires explanation is the aggregate. The fifteen incidents across four years affecting eleven different people, all of whom had some prior relationship with the subject — professional, personal, or financial. And all of whom ended up worse after the relationship continued past a certain point." "And no one has connected them," Nyla said. "No one has connected them," Sophia confirmed. "Because there's no obvious connecting thread visible from the outside. The incidents happen in different domains — professional, personal, financial — and the affected people don't know each other. The only thing they share is the subject. And you only see the subject as the common factor if you're look

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

Finally, we arrived at a large door, and as we stepped inside, my eyes widened in shock. There were people everywhere. The room was packed with what looked like hundreds of individuals, all chatting, eating, and gossiping away. Some were old, while others were young. There were teenagers, kids, and adults of every age in between. It was as if we had entered an entirely different world. "What is this?" I asked Bell, my voice barely above a whisper. "A small city of your own?" She laughed, shaking her head. "No, not quite. This is just the pack. Everyone lives here together, like one big family."

Oh, the world is vast and enigmatic! Millions of people compete for power, fame and beauty. Some gave up along the way while others outlived their lives without gaining at least one but quite a lucky few just had it since the day they were born like Caress Aragon residing in the City of Gold. Rumors spread fast that in one's eyes, she gleams! Undying tattles said deities, fairies and the Almighty blessed her with the divine light.

Outside, birds chirped obliviously, the neighborhood going about its day like my world hadn’t tilted on its axis. Three doors. Three different lives. All waiting for me to pick one. I blew gently into my coffee and took a sip, letting the bitter warmth fill my mouth. It tasted like reality, unforgiving, sharp. And I hated how I didn’t have any answers. Only questions. Only aching uncertainty. Noah. Micheal. Liam.

A shockwave passed through the darkness. Liana was thrown backward. She landed on something solid. She looked down. There was no ground. Instead, she was standing on a massive mirror. Beneath the glass was an endless sea of worlds. Millions. Billions. Perhaps more. Some were beautiful. Some were broken. Some had never been born. Others existed for only a single moment before disappearing. Liana slowly stood. "What is this?" The voice answered. "The consequence." The mirror beneath her cracked. Liana looked around.

"It seems your 'complimentary ticket' gamble paid off. This is the largest crowd we've seen since you launched that 'Lupine Menace' series at the media desk." "There is still a significant deficit to recover, though." Lyon frowned. Remarkably, even his displeasure was captivating. Watching those refined, expressive lips dip into a pouted line nearly broke Rafael’s focus. "I think I’ve finally grasped the level of chaos I inflicted upon this team with my past narratives." "You have more than compensated for the damage at this point," Mateo said. He was looking at Lyon with a raw, protective hunger, and Rafael couldn't fault him. Just the proximity to Lyon’s scent was making Rafael’s gear feel