Novel & Cerita Desired Reality Scripting Template

pouring out of the screen like a digital waterfall, overlaying the real-world traffic on the bridge below with a ghostly, glowing grid of blue binary code. The drivers on the bridge were slamming on their brakes, their headlights catching the phantom reflections of the Spires that were now rising from the middle of the lagoon like silver monuments to a history they had never been allowed to remember. "The script is leaking, Alpha," I laughed, the violet current from my palm now traveling up the metal frame of the nearest streetlamp, turning the entire block into a single, interconnected circuit. "They wanted to see what happens when the 'Grit' hits the real market. Let's show them what the p

Since you, who introduced me to this abysmal reality, should pay for what you've done. "I'm going to get rid of trashes like you, do you understand? I will give my all to survive in my next life, and if, in any case, I can't? I swear to fucking drag you down to hell with me. Let's suffer together in my next life, you filthy devil." Celestin still managed to smirk even though blood was spurting from her mouth at every word she utter.

“I know the script well.” The script details the story that the AI will create in falsified memories, images and sounds to be implanted in their minds through hypnotic suggestion reinforced with electromagnetic waves. As their Keeper, it is my responsibility to know it inside and out. For me, this will be easy–because I wrote it. When asked to create a new identity for these two, I already knew exactly what story I’d use. These identities will not be false but very, very real.

Jaiden walked back to the table taking his pen and again engrossed himself in the work. LUNA The bus was moving steadily on the road heading to the forest. The road leading to the destination was a clean wide one surrounded by the rows of trees. The vegetation density kept increasing as they keep going ahead. The weather was also pleasant with sun shining through the clouds. Trisha and Nina were watching some episodes of one of their favourite teen drama sharing the earphone. They were completely into the scene on the screen while I was still gazing out of window. I have no interest in those they just hype up your standard always making you feel incomplete.

Longing for a certain warmth, wanting to exhilarate me with too much gratification. I was not able to stop my scream when Pierre did as told. I moaned his name all over. Letting him know I am so close. He groaned. His eyes were bloodshot while keeping his pace. Then I felt a familiar feeling of ecstasy. I gasped for air, then hold unto him, keeping him so close, afraid he might stop what he is doing.

⸻ 🌙 The Real Reason The Architect clenched his fists. ⚡ “Stop this.” “You shouldn’t even exist.” ⸻ The Dreamer slowly turned. His smile disappeared. 🌑 For the first time… The temperature dropped. The stars dimmed. Reality trembled. 💀 ⸻ “You tried very hard to make that true.” ⸻ The Architect remained silent. Because there was nothing to say. ⸻ 🌙 The Missing Truth The Dreamer walked toward Memory Ilyaan.

The reality shuddered, resisted, then suddenly breathed—a dimension that had been holding itself too tight finally learning to exhale. "Thank you," voices came from within it. "We forgot change was possible. We'd convinced ourselves our stasis was perfection." Through workshop coordination, we developed systematic approaches. Dimitri created paradox equations that could be calibrated to each reality's needs. Kieran developed primal impossibilities that spoke to fundamental forces. I wove love-contradictions that helped beings accept paradox emotionally. "It's working better than expected," Luna reported. "Realities aren't just accepting impossibility—they're requesting it. Word is spreading

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

"Real? To who? How do I have kids whose faces I can't even see? How do I go out to see family, yet I don't recall that happening? This isn't real, and this isn't fantasy; it's a fucking nightmare!" "That's not how you feel; you love me...you love us," she pleaded as she came closer. "I want the real Amanah! Not a made-up reality that doesn't even make sense to me. I want the real you and all of this. The children, the memories, the love, that's what I need," I whispered, and she whimpered as she fell to the floor. I headed to the door, and as I opened it, she gasped. "Please don't leave me. I'm real. I'll be real for you, please!" She cried as she rushed toward me, and I smiled, shaking my h

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.