Every World Seems Not Quite Right Novels & Stories

"It's… skipping. Like a broken thing." A cold knot tightened in my stomach. We had assumed this world was pristine, untouched by the Curators or their kind. But what if we were wrong? What if the Ouroboros's jump hadn't just moved us through time, but across realities? What if this world had its own sickness? "Show us," I said, my voice barely audible.

It was packed with vacation clothes, and sitting right on top of the clothes was a brand-new, unopened box of condoms. Chloe said: "I’m packing my bags. Gavin and I are flying abroad tomorrow to watch the match." Seeing my cold face and silence. Chloe deliberately added: "The World Cup only happens every four years. It’s super popular. So many people want to watch it but can’t squeeze their way in." "Those who can’t squeeze in are destined to be left out." My patience was gradually running out. My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!"

“You’ve mentioned previously.” “I know, but every new experience here strikes another chord in me. It’s the first time we’ve been on the Ferris wheel, seen the park lit like this. It’s—inspiring. Like taking a ride on a magic carpet over the perfect place the World of Tomorrow promises to be.” “Hardly a perfect place.” She sighed dramatically at his negativity as the chairs started circling again, this time slower than before. “Why is it so hard for you to accept that in just this moment, everything you’ve made is perfection to me?”

“Something… or someone… is out there.” Clara swallowed hard. She recognized the feeling immediately—the same energy from last night. Her heartbeat quickened. The villains were here. Somehow, they had followed her into this strange, bright world. Mike stood and moved closer to her. “Clara, whatever this is… we need to be careful. I don’t know what it is yet, but I can feel it too. You’re not alone. And we’ll figure it out.” Clara nodded, gripping the pendant. “I… I don’t know if I’m ready.”

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her.

I may not be sure about anything right now, but one thing is certain Padgett means the whole world to me, my life makes absolutely no sense without her, I can’t concentrate without her; I can’t think properly without her In a nutshell, am going crazy just because she rejected my love, maybe, I should just forget all about her but my stubborn heart wouldn't let me. What is wrong with me? Why do I have these strong feelings towards her, does it mean that I am ready to change my way of life for her? Maybe, if I stop those worthless lifestyles, she will learn to love me. I thought as I drank like mad, I was too drunk to know what was going on around me.

Avallona uttered. For hours, we continued discussing our plan until it was already late in the afternoon and the sun was about to set on the horizon. Gazing into the distance, I couldn't help but feel forlorn. The world paints a picturesque view, and it's very fantastic from up here and yet full of wonders. Although the world looks beautiful and tranquil on the outside and from everyone's perspective, it looks dark and ominous to me. From what I see, the world is bound by invisible chains that restrict everything and unknown energies that bring chaos within.

PART ZERO FORTY-EIGHT Not all worlds end in a crash of buildings and airplanes, in smoke and ruins and meteor showers. Some worlds come apart one humiliating crack at a time. And no matter how hard you fight, nothing can stop it. So, at the almost-end, you’re left helpless, more exhausted than you’ve ever been, questioning how it came to this. These thoughts tightened the knot in Adrian Bonner’s stomach. Some things he didn’t want answered. He studied his reflection in the blank computer screen instead, and the sigh that followed came with an almost resigned expectancy. This was his new normal.

Rudy raised an eyebrow as he pressed his forehead, no longer daring to think any further. The more he thought, the crueler he felt the world was. He had always said that the world was a place of survival of the fittest before this, but he never truly felt the meaning of the phrase until that moment. Rudy took a deep breath, "In the eyes of the strong, you'll feel like all of this is right. However, in our eyes, we just feel like it's crazy. The world is just too crazy.

“It came out of nowhere. Not broken, just walked out. My wife, she was reliving everything. Every death. Every hurt. She couldn’t breathe through it…” His voice breaks. My stomach turns cold. Another woman stumbles past whispering about entire valleys gone, no rubble, no craters. Just absence. The emptiness expanded outward like spilled ink, erasing not just land but the memory that land had ever existed. Three entities lose. Two at war. Five seals failed. The world is cracking open. “Balance is accelerating,” Confluence murmurs against my skin. I hate how calm he sounds. We crest the final ridge and the fortress comes into view.