Romans & histoires Beyond Realm

"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."

"I'm free now. You say you've let go, but I know there has always been something weighing on your heart. Once it's said, let it go. Live well. If not, we'll just start over." I looked at him and smiled through tears. I nodded and said, "Don't worry. I'm not afraid of death. I'll live well for both of us. If it comes to it, we'll just start over." Blake Hilton. That was his real name. I had not said it in a long time. I held his hand, watching him silently until everything grew still. Edward had been watching from outside. When he saw me walk out looking calm and composed, he looked uneasy.

Cali:- tell me about Sanatan dharma, now I am interested in knowing what is beyond life, why you killed your father if you so care about your dharma demon:- I killed him because, Dharma said, it is rightful to take a weapon if someone crosses the line, even if he was your family member, what I did was beyond wrongful in my drama, because I desired to kill him, and it was not my duty if I do something which is my duty then killing will be counted as a good deed, just like soldiers kill and king punish, those all are their duty and they can not be punished in hell. Cali:- I saw a movie named Mahabharata, is killing alright?

He shrugged his shoulders. Tazaana is captured by a mage and taken to the realm of mages. Once there, Tazaana was carried by the brown-haired man. Tazaana screamed for release, but the brown-haired man ignored her. At the same time, Tazaana was fascinated by seeing the beauty in the realm of mages because it was far different from the realm of black mist. The realm of mages is more colorful, like the earth, and has daylight but no sun. When Tazaana is brought into a place, it's like a special building for a team. When she got there, the brown-haired man dropped her off. Tazaana looked around. Many people were watching her.

“See? Basic stuff.” Blaine and Adelina were strolling through the garden and around the house that Wednesday afternoon. He had asked her to narrate what it was like when she was unconscious. Some of the patients he had treated explained sob and quite horrifying stories of their woeful experiences in the 'dark room'. While only a handful had peaceful moments. Adelina seemed to have experienced a little bit of both. "Is it odd that I want to go back to that place? I mean, sometimes I just miss that peace and quiet."

She quickly scooped some more into her mouth and she felt her energy coming back to her, she didn't notice it but damn she was exhausted. "Now that you've regained your energy, sit down and listen I'll tell you everything you need to know" Elle nodded and sat down "For starters, you are still on Earth but in a different realm. A realm that no one in the human realm really knows about. This realm and most of the creatures in it are as old as the first human to exist, it's called the guardian realm because it exists to guard and protect the world, especially humans, yes! Humans" the tree said, and Elle looked at her skeptically

She loved how novels could transport her to another world, introducing her to new characters and stories that stirred her imagination and emotions. Suddenly a notification in her phone roused her out of the world of reading. She hesitated after looking at the unknown number in her phone. Who could it be? After all these years?Her subconscious spoke But deep down she prayed it to be her mother. It had been years since she had heard her maa's gentle voice calling her shona. Aarunya knew that she would never forgive Trayaksh for this. Not only did he shattered her soul, but along with it. He separated the mother and daughter from each other. He separated those people who were each others only s

"I'm a legitimate businessman!" I knew what they were talking about. "So, what do we do?" I looked worriedly at Atlas. "Don't worry! Now that we have this, we’ve gained a special pass to Bermuda. Just wait," Atlas said confidently. Then he turned to Arnold and said, "Go on back and get some rest." Arnold glanced at Atlas. "When are you leaving?" "I said go get some rest!" Atlas insisted in a chilling tone. He didn't respond to Arnold’s question.

At just 20, I had received a platinum card from my father, granting me access to this exclusive area. As we entered the platinum section, I was struck by its opulence. The dresses here were one-of-a-kind masterpieces crafted by the legendary Largend Festo, a name synonymous with fashion excellence. Clara soon returned, presenting a dozen stunning dresses. I turned to Blessing, encouraging her to pick something for herself as well. Among the array of options, one dress caught my eye—a breathtaking creation displayed behind a glass case, secured with a high-tech locking mechanism. “This is our crown jewel, ‘Fair’s Night,’” Deen announced proudly. “It’s the finest piece we have right now. Each

“Let’s cut the charade, Samuel. You don’t want me, and I certainly don’t want you. But here we are, mere pawns on a chessboard built by people who’d rather die than lose a piece of their wealth.” “Then just accept it,” Samuel replied flatly. Lisa tilted her glass, watching the wine swirl. “I’ll accept it, but I’m not leaving this table until I finish my drink.” Neither of them noticed the shadow lurking by the hedge. Petra. A smile tugged at her lips as she observed, the pool’s glow illuminating her as if she were a hidden goddess. She moved through the estate as if she owned it; no one dared question her. Wealth infused her words, her smile, and her very being.