Desired Realities Novels & Stories

Done accepting pretty words at face value. This time, I'm going to find the truth for myself, no matter how much it might hurt.

She had seen him battling with his erection most times they were together and she knew he was running out of patience. Well, Shawn had promised not to force her against her will or dissect her but he was a man and she could see it in his eyes. He was tired of waiting. “ You know what Shawn, let's just get married soon. I am tired and what to know how it feels to be screwed by a man. I want to feel my femininity on a man’s bare body and for once know how it feels to be a woman “ she honestly expressed and Shawn closed his eyes to the fact that his baby was still very raw and had never tasted any man. She deserves honor from him and every good thing a man could give a woman.

So of course I knew what it was to be King, one had to be twisted like a maze. I didn't know what he wanted. “And if I may ask because at this juncture, I don't think you have the right to give me any condition with the way things are, but I might consider it as we are good ‘friends’.” I stretched the word friends because friendship never worked in our line of duty. Everyone of us wanted something from the other. We could even kill for what we wanted. “I would like the great King of the Titanic Wave to let me take Lady Witney with me to my kingdom as a gift.”

The appearance is fleeting. The appearance is vivid. The appearance is dreamlike. All accurate. None definitive. Because the appearance is not the reality. The appearance is the reality appearing. The reality never appears. The reality never disappears. The reality is the appearing itself. Without the itself. This. The light that needs no name. The love that needs no object. The being that needs no subject. The reality that needs no appearance. The truth that needs no proof. The home that needs no arrival. The self that needs no recognition.

"And that shows me everything I need to know about what kind of person you are." I looked from Ayden's hurt face to Kelsey's tear-stained one. I felt nothing for either of them. Just a cold, hard satisfaction. "You know what?" I said, my voice dropping to a deadly calm. "You two deserve each other. A man who uses his fists to solve problems and a girl who fights dirty. What a perfect match. Pathetic Losers." Ayden flinched as if I had struck him. "Scarlett, that's cruel."

The Foundation wasn't just passive substrate—it was responsive, aware in its own incomprehensible way. "It's been waiting," Other-Aria said with her last strength before finally dispersing completely, her essence merging with our network. "Waiting for realities to mature enough to reconnect with their source." The fourteen thousand realities were stabilizing now, not in static patterns but in dynamic relationship. They orbited each other in complex dances, exchanging information and experience while maintaining individual identity. "We did it," David said through Wisdom, exhaustion clear in his distributed consciousness. "We started it," Caelum corrected. "This is just the beginning. The rea

Alex said, his voice full of concern for his best friend too. "Don't worry. I got this. I want to have Helen even if it's for a night. She is not my type, but that doesn't change the fact that she is a virgin compared to all the loose girls in this renowned university. I want to know what it feels like to sleep with a virgin. Even if it's once. I want to feel her virgin cunt around my dîck, then I will break up with her. That's the deal," Samuel said, his lips curled up in a smile as he rendered his three best friends speechless.

The visions sharpened all three at once. Dead together. Alive but scarred. Alone and free. Maybe none of them are fully accurate. Maybe all of them are real in some corner of possibility. My throat burned. “I don’t want any of them,” I said. “I know,” she said. “I want—” My voice broke. I swallowed hard. “I want us. All of us. Alive. Free. Whole.” “That desire,” she said softly, “is what she has been feeding on. And what she fears most.”

This is our flaw - we are too perfect for each other, unable to deal with glaring defects, holding each pain in our throats just to maintain mistrust instead of building something solid between us. Now with my back to the sea that reminds me so much of your irises I feel the tears falling, my throat closed as even your gaze and like a ghost with every step. I am hungry, desirous, thirsty, but the one capable of feeding each of my soul's desires is too far away in his fantasies unable to provide the vision of reality to himself. How does one get lost within his convictions until he is blind to reality? Is this how truth dies?

really means. It’s real. It’s earned. It’s ours. And that’s enough. More than enough. Everything.