Desired Realities Novels & Stories

The meaning was obvious. The dreamer didn't simply sustain reality. The dreamer became reality. The skies. The stars. The oceans. The lives. The stories. Everything. Forever. The cost was unimaginable. The sacrifice absolute. Kael's hand tightened around hers. His expression filled with determination. Then anger. Then fear. Raw fear. The kind he rarely showed. "Then no." The answer came instantly. The eye above the world blinked. Reality shuddered. Yet Kael didn't look away.

RISK REALITY ITSELF FOR EMOTION? "Yes." *FOOLISH. DANGEROUS. LOVE IS TEMPORARY. REALITY IS ETERNAL.* "Is it?" Kade's voice came through the network. *Because from where I exist—scattered across your precious barriers—reality looks pretty fragile. One person willing to love hard enough, and it changes. Transforms.* *YOU ARE AN ABERRATION. A MISTAKE. YOU SHOULD NOT EXIST IN YOUR CURRENT FORM.* "But I do. And I'm not alone. Look around. Fifteen realities. Thousands of beings learning to exist distributed. All choosing connection over your rules."

She exhaled and shivered, the temperature in the room was unbearable and her hands shook. “Am cold Draven.” She whimpered. “What are the rules a sub must put up with?” He asked again. “You must be completely trustworthy and honest with your Dominant. You must give your Dominant your absolute loyalty. You must at all times be respectful of your Dominant, their rules and their wishes.” She replied with a shaky voice. “Are you abiding by that?” “No.” She muttered and lifted her shaky hands, she wrapped it around herself to feel a little bit warm.

“I only thought you needed some company.“ “If I did, I'd have gotten myself a cat. They make better company than you ever will.“ “How dare you keep treating me like some lowlife?!“ Ursula was well-known for her temper. She was not the type to accept rejection in good faith. “I'm fed up with your nonsense. Barging into my office. Picking my apartment locks. Invading my privacy.“ Arthur flung her bag and clothes to the door. “Get lost. Stay lost, forever. Is that too much to ask?!“ Ursula trembled in anger. She stood from the bed, stalking towards him. “You know you don't mean that. Deep down, I know you're craving to have me.“ “You just tell me what I gotta do to rid you of that goddamn illus

“Perhaps for some people. Perhaps for Loren, who still believes duty and happiness can coexist if one is resigned enough.” “But not for you?” Willa asked. “Absolutely not for me.” Mariselle’s smile flashed bright and unapologetic. “I want mad, consuming, inconvenient love. I want someone who looks at me the way a drowning man looks at air." “That's a dangerous thing to want,” Willa said quietly. Mariselle’s gaze drifted toward her sister and the Prince, now seated together upon the stone bench beside the pond. She watched them with curiosity, as though half expecting a kiss or declaration. Neither came.

Separate futures. Optional doors. Charles exhaled. “Maybe this is finally stable.” Subject One stared at him. “You shouldn't say things like that.” Charles frowned. “Why?” A warning immediately appeared. Subject One pointed. “That.” UNAUTHORIZED CONNECTION REQUEST Everyone groaned. Jonathan opened it. “One reality is requesting access.” “Which one?” Elena asked. “No identification.” Marcus's face hardened. “Reject it.” Lucas looked at him. “Why?” “Because every stable reality has a signature.”

“Oh really now. Are we still being realistic here?” “You’re blinded.” Soyet shook his head. “You cannot see the true nature of what you have faced. I doubt you’d be able to truly unravel the reality of the future you wanted to see. No. The truth is, you deserve not to stand on the preface of your dreams considering that your mind only perceives the thing by which that to your head has already been established.”

"I want this child to arrive into something resolved, Pet. Not perfect — I don't think perfect is available to any of us at this point. But resolved. Settled enough that whatever waits for them on the other side of this pregnancy isn't simply more of what we're all currently managing." "Do you think that's realistic? Five months?" I considered the question honestly, turning over everything still unresolved — the Council, Selene, the border, the truth still waiting to be spoken plainly and publicly rather than simply understood privately. "I don't know. I want to believe it's realistic. I'm not certain believing something makes it true, though." "No," Petra agreed gently. "It usually doesn't.

Every time one of them smiled or shared a memory of a victory, the world around them grew more vibrant—the trees taller, the sky a deeper blue. But when one of the "Unwanted" warriors—the ones still carrying the scars of the rejection—began to weep, the ground beneath them began to dissolve into grey, static-filled holes. "The laws of physics are being determined by Consensus," the Jackson-crow spoke from my shoulder, its golden eyes flickering with a series of scrolling data-points. "The Seventeenth Cycle is the Democracy of the Divine. The reality with the most 'Likes' becomes the physical truth. If the world decides your pain is 'Downvoted,' Darlene, you will literally cease to exist".

“Then how can she say it so confidently? Why would someone lie about something like that?” His jaw flexed again. “Because she’s desperate about something, Because maybe she feels something, and she’s twisting it into what she wants it to be. But that doesn’t make it real. You want to know what’s real?” He leaned a little closer, our foreheads nearly touching. “This. What we feel. What we are. That’s real.” “So, it's not possible?” “No! Although, there are other instances…”