Distorted Realities Mga Nobela at Kwento

my voice quavered. Janus exhaled, leaning against the back of the chair again. “There is no reality.” I looked at Janus, confused. “What do you mean?” “My dead family is a reality for me, but not for others. They don’t see them, they don’t hear them. Meanwhile, your dreams, your nightmares are a dimensional reality for you, but not for me. Because I don’t see or hear them. So, what exactly is the reality? This world? This society? What if you are dead and this world you see is an illusion your mind has created to make you feel as if you are alive?”

“But even if I didn’t trust him, I am positive enough that he would never do something like that.” I risk losing myself in his intense gaze, and I shake my head to save myself from getting hypnotised by his dark eyes. “How is that?” “Distorting reality is highly strenuous, especially in such a situation. Someone would notice this during or after the interrogation. Also, because keeping the mindlinks and this interrogation room upright while actively making up two different realities is impossible without creating flaws. But that’s not the only thing.” “What’s the other thing?” I ask, now more intrigued than preoccupied.

My knees and body slammed into the dirt before my head connected with another exposed root. Pain exploded through my skull. I sat up quickly, but the world immediately began spinning like I was on some carnival ride. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would stop. It didn't. I opened them just in time to see two blurry, dark bodies moving closer. They were growling. Mocking me. Like crazed hyenas. But these weren't hyenas. They were something far more dangerous. Far more vicious. These weren't creatures you'd find in a zoo, separated from you by thick glass and reinforced enclosures.

I explain to my Dad and I can see him smile at me. "Let me ask you son, for the past week that you have been together do you see Mike in him?" my dad asked me and I shake my head "No dad, the times I was with him I see a different person in front of me, I thought that Mike change and let his guard down with me and I felt that I was falling again with him, but when you said that he was not Mike I got confused with my feelings" I said softly to my dad "Son, we all know from the start that Mike was so distant even when you were together, and about your feelings I know that you already know the answer, just don't let you heart be blinded by your confusion" my father smile at me and I was stunned

There were none. “There’s nothing I can’t see.” The woman pressed her glowing palm to Freya’s chest, making her scream. “You will forget everything, an imposter. If you speak of anything that happened in this realm, you will die before the words leave your mouth.” A silent scream parted her lips as she fell into the abyss of darkness.

she would always say. But the man that she had her eyes on tonight begged to differ. He was different, his gaze commanded the truth, his eyes were like a clock for hypnosis, the longer you stared, the more lost you felt, his body was like that of a Roman commander that had gone for war more times than one could count, she could not decipher if it was because of the shirt that hugged his muscles so well that it seemed they would pop if he moved.

"No! Please—Vincent! Help me! I'm your WIFE! You can't do this—I was wrong! I'll fix it! Please!" The only reply was the door slamming in her face. When they were gone, Vincent dropped to his knees, completely wiped. So it was all an act. The forced marriage? Fake. The stalking? Fake. He thought back to when Maggie got hurt. Serena told him to check the security footage. He didn't. Was that fake too? Suddenly, he couldn't bring himself to hit play. If Maggie had faked that too... how could he ever face Serena? What right did he even have to ask for forgiveness?

“Now it’s clear. It’s not that people don’t exist; our fates simply don’t. This illusion is made of copies, shadows of people. How could real destiny appear in a world built on lies? The Weave of Fate isn’t rejecting me; it simply doesn’t exist here. “That alone proves we’re trapped in an illusion. “But illusions are fragile. Easy to shatter. I could destroy this one the moment I found a weak spot. “That’s why whoever set this up used distractions, smoke, confusion, and distortions of time and space. Everything here is meant to scare us, exhaust us, and make us doubt ourselves. The more we panic, the longer our bodies in the real world stay trapped in ice. “Fear doesn’t kill us here; it’s ou

And now we were being told the only way to save reality was to become the very thing we had resisted. "And if we refuse?" I asked. "Then four thousand realities collapse into terminal corruption, killing more beings than your Devourer would have erased in a million years of normal function. But at least you maintain your moral superiority while existence ends." The Architect's sarcasm was cutting. "Choose quickly. Every hour you delay, another dimensional cluster enters terminal corruption." "There has to be a third option," Zack insisted. "Some way to—"

It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn. For four years, he had tormented me relentlessly, mocked me, and had affairs with numerous women, even forcing me into a relationship with him. Just days before his engagement to another woman, he had forcibly slept with me. Now, he claimed to love me, but he still brought this woman in front of me. He had deceived me over and over, played with my feelings. Was it really worth it? Luckily, I didn't believe him. Even though I almost did. When Wendy pulled my arm in annoyance, I had no defenses, and she yanked me off the bed.