En Otra Dimension Novels & Stories

"You're living off your wife, yet you still have the nerve to play the victim? Get the hell out of Jovelle already!" Vincent likely never imagined that the parasite in his eyes—the one he thought only knew how to cook and do laundry—could possess such sharp, lethal methods. With a single post, I had cut off every last one of his escape routes. The tide had turned, and just as I was preparing to shut down my computer and enjoy my victory, my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number. "Let's talk, Helena. For old time's sake, what will it take for you to spare me?"

"You mentioned a reward. Dimensional Storage. How does that work?" [Dimensional Storage is a pocket dimension bound to your soul. It allows the host to store items without weight limits or space restrictions. Time inside the storage is frozen. Food will not rot. Water will remain pure.] My jaw dropped. Frozen time? Infinite space? That meant I could buy food, fresh meat and thousands of gallons of water and it would stay perfectly fresh until the end of the world. I wouldn't have to worry about people stealing my crates from the back of a car again. Everything would be hidden safely inside my mind.

I wasn’t in a hurry to give it up. At some point over the course of our discussions, L’oana grew more comfortable with me. I discovered that my new female friend was well over a century old. She took great pains to explain to me that she belonged to a raced called Squachula. Although they lived upon the planet earth, they lived in an alternate dimension than that of humans.

It does nothing to calm me. My head hurts, and I need to keep my mind from spiraling down William-lane, so I ask a random question, hoping it will offer me relief. I have to know if my other self is with William. I bet she is married to him already. Yes, I need to stay positive—this is only a phase. "Tell me about the other me in your dimension." Dior seems to hesitate before speaking. His mood appears to grow as dark as the sky above us. "You wouldn't like her."

IN THE SYNTAX QUARTER, “ Did you see what I see?” Victoria asked Luna and Jacob who was with her in the living room watching an action movie. “ What?” Luna and Jacob asked. “ It felts like Devon is glowing, I even noticed the little smile on his face.” Victoria gossiped. “ And why is that?” Luna asked in a frown. “ It felts like he is happy.” Victoria said and grinned widely. “ What’s wrong with that, everyone can be happy.” Luna said.

He's my creator and I'm so used to him doing everything for us. How can I even hunt around this place? As far as I can tell, we are in a different dimension. I doubt if I can hunt for animals with blood here. The blood we have is only for Marius. I can't share it with him or we both will not survive. It will be tough to just stick around this place. Surprisingly, the abandoned house looks clean. The ghost bride may be taking care of it well. She can touch everything as if she's still alive. I guess that's one of the perks of being an old ghost. She looks like she already knows the other side from every corner.

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot t

Avant is in her late twenties, a woman who came from a prominent family in North London. I can sense that this body is not happy to live her life. Maybe that’s the reason why I woke up to take over her identity for God knows how long! I exclaimed out of frustration. I just came from a war last night I was a soldier the other day who fought in a battle against Russia. The body that I have taken care of was owned by a cowardly soldier he has been in love with the other guy who’s also a coward like him and he even used women to cover up his real self what a pathetic mortal.

bellowed a mature, white-haired man from the front row. She looked directly at him and said in a steady voice, “No nonsense. Just fact.” Then, turning her attention back to the room, she continued with, “There are several layers of vibration, called dimensions, on earth. Each exists at the same time, but without awareness of the other.” When a loud humph came her way, she asked for a quarter. Marcus searched his pockets and presented her with one.

Sandra wanted to fight against his hold, her nerves, slowly relaxing at the calm mid night silence. A dim light shone in the bottom of the pit. Luna tightly gripping on her sprained ankle. Her eyes trailed the round walls of the pit. Dread building up in the back of her mind. Different sizes of holes where carved in like an exit. And she could only wonder what kind of creatures live in them. More like creatures. She advert her gaze over to Salvador who seemed to be asking her something. "I am fine." She made out. Hoping it's what he asked. "It's just my ankle."