Escaping Reality Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 39 : R18-His Love For Me *Disclaimer: I’m sorry if it’s not too explicit. This book isn’t a smut book.* Eris ~ Kaya's hands went on my thighs, gripping them tightly as the world suddenly lurched, and the ground fell out from underneath our feet. “Kaya!” I felt a scream rip through my throat. My head was spinning so fast it felt like my body was trying to break free of gravity. I could feel Kaya's nails digging into my skin and could hear his slow breath.

When I turn to the doorway, I find Mack studying me with a deeply furrowed brow and his eyes troubled. It’s hours later and I’m back on the lounger outside, while Mack is making another attempt at gardening. I brought another book out with me, an epic fantasy that I have no interest in reading. This time, it isn’t because Mack is entertaining to watch with his slapdash approach to gardening. He is, but it’s not that. No, I’m still thinking about my loss of control and how I’ve revealed more than I intended. Adela didn’t push me for an explanation: just reminded me to continue to rest my leg before she left.

The castle was falling, each and every brick was trembling and destined to fall, the pillars were leaning towards the king as if waiting for falling at him. Sam instantly picked her body up and ran towards the exit, from wherever he ran past, the building collapsed behind them, giving them a smooth exit to leave the treacherous place of greed and lust. There was a constant smile on Murph's face, a peace that she found, at last, a triumph in love and friendship, satisfying every relation, bring peace and harmony to the world, by paying her soul off. Completing her real "JOURNEY TO ELYSIUM", where the heroes live thereafter.

Mosi I shook my head, trying to get the black little spots to stop dancing in front of my eyes, so I could get my bearings to gather myself and get off this floor, from under all these books and pieces of wood planks that used to be Kalama’s bookcase. I took some books off of my legs and dusted off dust and rubble from all over me, while looking for a place to put hands to push myself up. Everywhere around me was covered with debris.

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

On the high-speed train home, the scenery outside passed by in fragments, but I could not focus on any of it. Shanine slept soundly on my shoulder. She had drunk too much the night before and had been rushed onto the train early this morning, leaving her half-dazed. Her hair brushed my neck, carrying the familiar scent of her shampoo. Yet, my heart felt strangely quiet. Almost empty. That happiness had arrived too fiercely, and it had disappeared just as quickly. Phoebe sat across from us, wearing headphones and scrolling through her phone. Occasionally, she looked up, our eyes meeting briefly before she quickly looked away again, as if nothing had ever happened.

My body lay motionless on the bed. Only then did I understand. I was dead. I was nothing but a wandering spirit. The system’s final words echoed through my mind. [Do you really think destroying me means you’re free?] [I left you a parting gift.] Why? After everything I had done, after all the pain I had endured, why was I still trapped here? Panic rose inside me. No. There had to be a way home. I tried everything I could think of. Nothing worked. I could not leave this world.

walking into the village, relief, hunger, trust, warmth and healing. Too fast, skin knitting, pain fading and something else slipping beneath it all. A forgetting, names, faces and itself. I gasped, choking on it, my fingers clawing weakly at the ground as more forced its way in. darkness behind closed doors. Voices that spoke gently but never answered. The slow realization that leaving was no longer something you wanted.

“You should stay away from me. I almost—” Ryder stepped closer, voice low but steady. “So what if you caused some fireworks? Isn’t that why we’re training?” His hand brushed my arm, grounding me. “You’re learning, baby. Obviously you’ll make mistakes. Accidents happen. That’s part of the process.” The way he said it so matter-of-factly almost made me believe him. Almost. But the words from the book wouldn’t stop echoing in my head, circling like they had gained life of their own, mocking me.