Every World Seems Not Quite Right Novels & Stories

The other girl asked. " We're going to the Discreet World. " A guy in front of Alexia said. " Wait? What world? There's still mind-blowing than this? " I said. Everything is still not sinking in my head and there's another crazy thing that will happen? " Not everything we seem is true and not everything we can't see is not existing. Sometimes, you must just believe that it does. " The guy added. Who are these guys, anyway? " Wait? Where going in your world? "

"BaoBao, you mentioned that this was not the first time a world has been destroyed. What exactly do you mean by that? How did it happen and why?" "We term it 'world destruction' but it's not really destroyed per say. It doesn't crumble and vanish into nothing. What happens is that the world's consciousness just goes completely haywire and unstable. It's in a very vulnerable state for bugs to happen which is likely what happens. When that happens, further instability is created, resulting in a never-ending vicious cycle." "And you systems can't help because of some connection issue that you mentioned earlier?" "Exactly. We won't be able to establish any connection with the world. It's as if i

"No, but I can't get into details, let's just say they wanted two different things in two different worlds and no one took the time to view the imperfections in their world before they judged the others." - End of Chapter 15: Worlds -

The others exchanged uncertain glances as I continued, “Honestly, there’s nothing fascinating about this human world. All it’s given us is a cold, drenching rain to remind us why we don’t belong here.” Maureen sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know what? I agree,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. This whole mission has been a disaster from the start,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Do you know what I hate most about the human world? Their ridiculous transportation, whatever they’re called—they rattle and shake like they’re falling apart. I thought I was going to lose what little dignity I have left when my stomach kept turning like I’d been cursed. Never again.”

“But sacrifice without understanding is wasteful. Tonight, I intend to reward your faith… with truth.” That word from his mouth felt like poison. He gestured toward the map. “Tell me, Cardan, what do you see?” I glanced at it. It wasn’t a map of just our territories. It was far broader, continents, oceans, borders that hadn’t existed for centuries. “The map of the world,” I said slowly. He smiled wider. “Precisely. A divided… and weak world. Every species clawing for dominance, every kingdom rotting under pride and politics. Wolves against witches, vampires against humans, fae against the night-born. And for what? Territory? Fear? Bloodlines? Power?”

Tyla’s POV The world does not end. That surprises everyone. After the anchors are established—after the Veil learns how to rest—people wait for catastrophe the way they always have. For backlash. For punishment. For the universe to demand repayment for a balance that didn’t involve blood. It doesn’t. Instead, things become… uneven. Some days are quiet enough to feel suspicious. Other days are loud with argument, grief, learning. The realm breathes irregularly, like a body recovering from a long illness. Nothing about it is graceful.

"I'll need funding. Give me one month. I'm confident I can figure it out." Lionel studied him for a long time before saying in a low voice, "I need time to think. I'll give you an answer tomorrow morning." That night, Lionel lay awake in bed, tossing and turning. The idea of traveling between worlds with a system sounded unreal, almost ridiculous. In the past, whenever he heard people talk about time travel or parallel worlds, he would laugh it off as nonsense. But Iris had truly vanished without a trace. If there was even a chance of finding her, did it matter how unrealistic it sounded?

Adrian’s voice lowered. “It is allowing them to accumulate.” That sentence made something cold settle in Anna’s chest. “Why would it do that?” A pause. “Because correction is no longer sustainable.” Anna looked around slowly. The world was still functional. Still navigable. But now every step felt like walking across something being slowly unstitched underneath her feet. She whispered, “So it gave up fixing it.” Adrian corrected softly. “It did not give up.” “It ran out of valid methods.” Silence again.

All the things happen to us, to everything, are connected to the beginning, the very moment it began Lynn stares at him steadily, thinking about the facts he just said. It can be true, can't it? You can only see what your creator wants you to see. Perhaps you will never truly know what's real or what's fake in this world. He heaves a sigh and steps front to his chai "Oh, Lynn?" calls out Tom. "A guy dropped a message for you in morning. I asked his name, but he said you would know when you see his handwriting He frowns, "Where is the message

"What guy in the world would ever be satisfied with only one woman?" Kieran stood behind Gwyneth, his expression serious. "I'll make Wyn happy. Marrying her is the best thing that's ever happened to me. "Liana, the men you've met are all the same—they only want to satisfy themselves. Once you get what a soulmate is, you'll see what you've been missing." He paused, letting out a chuckle. "Then again, you might never get what a soulmate is." Gwyneth looked at Kieran. He wasn't usually a talker but had spoken so much today just for her.