Novel & Cerita Distorted Realities

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. It was disconcerting to feel like someone else knew me better than I knew myself. He seemed to have an unfair advantage. Nathan looked puzzled. “The reason you can’t remember is because when you go into parataxic distortion, things become that—distorted. You can’t think clearly, your emotions become the sole focus, and your head gets fuzzy. Memory is skewed and off. So, even if you do remember, you won’t see it for what it was. You might see the person who offended you as monstrous, or hideous, or being out to get you, when that may not be accurate at all.” He grabbed a file from his bag.

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

Josh woke up and he looked down the window and then went I quickly got up and went back on my motorbike and drove it on high speed. All I wanted to do was to escape from the reality for now. I couldn’t think of anything else and now that my eyes were really wet due to tears, couldn’t see anything clearly. Tears were rolling down my cheek bones, I wasn’t even paying attention at speed meter now. Suddenly everything went blur in front of my sight and lost in thought, my motorbike went down with creaking down. I flung down to another side of road. My head was spinning like a top. Thankfully! I wasn’t bleeding.

I slowly opened my eyes and turned to see the time. The digital alarm's brilliant dial read 3:33 a.m. As soon as my senses began to revive, I let out a groan. I don't want to be confronted with reality. It's heinous and perilous. Please, please, please! This is a realm of torment and suffering. I just want to travel to another world of fantasy, which I know I can only do when sleeping. SMACK!

Then reformed, eyes wide. "Something's wrong. With reality itself. Not one reality—all of them. Every reality we've touched. Something's making them unstable." Reality cracked. Worse than before. Like the fundamental structure coming apart. The Weaver appeared. Urgent. Afraid. *You need to stop. What you've been doing. Building networks across realities. You need to stop now.* "Why? What's happening?" *You're building too much. Too connected. The fundamental structure wasn't designed to support this. You're overloading it. If you continue, reality collapses. All of it. Everything. Gone.*

"Once you're back, we can take care of each other, and then you can have a healthy child with Sean. We swear by our honor—having been teachers for decades, that he won't do what he did before." Even over the phone, I could already imagine their faces—fawning, yet disdainful. I refused right then, "Sorry, but please stop spouting nonsense already. We were never married—that means I'm an ex-girlfriend at best. "I refuse to go back and be treated like a housemaid." Silence ensued, but just as I was about to hang up, Sean's mother screamed hoarsely from the other end, "How dare you spit in our faces! You're thirty and had an abortion! No other man would ever want you!"

★𝕽𝖎𝖝 The Temporal Distortion Wake was not visible in the way a dimensional tear was. It was a shimmering, kinetic stain on the fabric of reality, positioned dangerously close to the Weave's outer perimeter. Its energy was the pure, uncontrolled terror of the Temporal War's final moments, cycling and threatening to pull fragments of that chaos into the present. I deployed the Vigilance to the coordinate, the immense pressure of the mission settling over me. This was the most delicate geometric task ever attempted. A failure meant the annihilation of the very reality my structures had secured.

It was as if I almost heard her voice, the way it cracked with urgency and determination. "Lennox, I have my team on their way." Deloris's voice from the living room pulled me from my fantasy as reality fell hard upon my shoulders. I hit the switch again, stopping the hum as the erection my thoughts had created quickly faded. By the time I had a few clothes packed and the vibrator stowed within its case in a drawer, my physical response was completely gone. Just like my dreams. Just like Charli.

My life was so simple, so calm and so ordinary that I didn't think that one day it would all come crashing down. I mean, I didn't lose much because I didn't have the great life of a millionaire, but I did have my university, my scholarship and my dreams. Everything was so settled in place that when that horrible man came into my life to make my life better it also made me fall apart. Yes, I'm talking about Oliver Price. That monster, that demon dressed as a prince. It's bad, very bad.

The thought scared me to death, it felt as if a third person was living in my body who had started gearing my body and my life while I had been forced to watch my life pass me from the sidelines. When all the tests came back negative, I felt I was going mad or my brain was cooking up some insane story and I couldn't make head or tails about my life. I felt I was being crazy because there was no possible way that this was happening to me. If I was indeed pregnant with Harper's baby, he deserved to be known. Maybe if I tell him, everything will be okay, the parental tests will come back negative and everything will be alright with the world. I wasn't even able to trust my memories but if I did