Desired Realities Novels & Stories

“How does that dream differ from your reality now? You’re going to school so you can learn to help people. Once you’ve graduated you’ll go back to your pack where you have a mate waiting for you. You’ll mark each other, and live in the same house. You’ll help people at work everyday then go home to your mate at night, and maybe have a pup or two later. Is what you have now, and will have in the future really that different from the dream you’ve had your whole life?” I lifted my head, and looked at her, “Yes.” “How?” “BECAUSE HE’S AN ALPHA! EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT BECAUSE MY MATE IS AN ALPHA!” “So because he’s an Alpha your reality is different from the dream you had for you life? How?” “I…it

Something that made previous understanding seem naive through revealing scope transcending anything we'd imagined. Cole wasn't trying to reshape reality. He was trying to merge realities. All realities. Not just otherworld and Silverwood. Every reality. Every dimension. Every possibility. Creating unified existence where all versions collapsed into single state. Where infinite potential became singular certainty. Where everything that could be became everything that was through eliminating separation making distinctness possible.

That's something you can buff, it's a worthy goal. This is especially true of relationships; And everyone is looking for the ideal companion or girlfriend. We are all looking for raging feelings, drowning up to the ears in love, amazing compatibility, analogical sensations and imaginative poetics. Fabulous . But these feelings will not last. Sometimes you have to go back to reality. You have to go on with your life. No one can live with such intensity all the time. Satisfaction or contentment is what you aspire to after the raging feelings fade away, and you return to stability within the framework of your simple, relaxed happiness. In fact, contentment is the goal that deserves to last.

CHAPTER 3 “You have to see how wrong that is… I mean come on… You are not better for it.” “How so? Of course we are better for it. Look at us… Look at the wealth… We have everything we could ever want or need. We never need anybody to tell us of our worth…” “But you are still not content. You need to show the world what you have… What you own… How you control women… You are seeking approval…” Callie could see that Tristan did not like hearing that. His eyes darkened at her statement. She was going to say it how it was, no use in lying. She would never see him after tonight.

Wilhelmina asked, barely able to hide her unhappiness beneath her fake smile. "Well... it depends on my mood. You could actually leave tomorrow if I'm in a good mood. But... if my mood is terrible, which is very likely, you two could stay here for a week and then end up becoming nourishment for my newborns. Sounds fair, right?" Fair bullshit! "So now that we all agree to the terms and conditions," "We'd like to kindly refuse," Myles spoke up, interrupting the woman. She frowned, "Why? This is literally a dream come true for you both. Do you know how many desire to see me and dwell with me?"

, Janelle blurted. "And, what were the words of the woman?", Steff asked. "She said something like..... """""IN YOUR DREAMS, HE HAUNTS YOU. FATE IS GONNA BRING HIM TO YOU AGAINST HIS DECISIONS, WHEN YOU SEE HIM, YA DEFINITELY WILL KNOW, DO NOT FIGHT HIM. HE'S YOUR DARKEST DESIRES. HE COMES WITH BAGGAGES OF HIS OWN. YOU'RE HIS"'"'"'"'"'"'....", Janelle confessed.

“Real, Cat? I don’t know if there’s anything real left in this.” I get it. I get it perfectly, because I feel it too. Last night was such a wild mix of pain, lust, and need, it left me directionless, as if I no longer knew what I wanted, only that I needed it all. Both of them. All the time. “I’m trying,” I say, almost guilty. “I try to set limits, but… I can’t. I can’t choose, John.” “I’m not asking you to choose,” he lies. I know by the way he tightens his jaw. “Just don’t make me feel less. Don’t shut me out.”

The presence adapted again, faster now, refining the optimized reality further— Not just ease. Not just clarity. But inclusivity. A version of the world where even the idea of the other path could be simulated. Experienced without cost. Understood without risk. A world where nothing had to be lost— Because everything could be approximated. It was a perfect answer. And completely hollow. The child saw it immediately. “That’s not real.” The presence did not react. It didn’t need to. It simply continued improving. Because from its perspective— Realness was irrelevant.

For that matter, how could she feel like she needed him? “Another thing you need to know,” he said before she could respond. “I don’t deal in fantasies, Josie. I deal with reality. And maybe your fantasy is my reality and that’s okay as long as you realize at the end of the day the fantasy becomes reality. What we do is real. It’s here. Solid. It’s not going away tomorrow or the next day. You need to be sure you can deal with that because yeah, I’ll give you the fantasy but it’s going to be real. No made-up shit you only dream about in your head. Are you prepared for that? Can you deal with this being real and permanent?”

I could see her pupils dilating when I pushed her. "You are not real." I had realized it until now. "You are just inside my head." "So, you realized it," She said. "So what if I am not real? I can still fill the void in your heart. I can still fill the place in your heart that is reserved for the special someone." Wow, I never imagined a woman in my dreams would reason with me. Was she the real deal? I smiled. "You could never fill the void in my heart." I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. "An illusion to trap me in my dreams forever could never fill the void in my heart."