Everything Is Permitted Nothing Is True Novels & Stories

“You do not need to think deeper about anything, nor doubt a single thing. You who immediately realizes who I am had the wit that it takes to be for your desire to be true. All you need to do is reach your hand and take mine. For all else, I can do everything, more than anyone else, for I am, God.” HE drops HIS title. The name that will shaken everything in just a word and a call. The fact and the only truth upon this world and book that will not be shaken, nor be able to be swayed by anyone. The truth that took Peter’s attention, his desire and sin to take the forbidden fruit. “Everything that I desire.” Peter whispers, now all convinced and confidently raise his head up and looks at HIM in

“Then, choose the life you want. Son, as someone quoted, life is a work of art. If you don’t like what you see, paint over it.” I listened to papa as he explained that life was never simple and that, like art, it was colorful, full of emotions, and perceived differently by different people. “You don’t need to live a life because people tell you to do it. If you don’t like the life you have, it is the same as painting. If painting isn’t what you want, remember, son, you can choose whatever will make you happy. You are the artist of your own life. You are the one who creates your masterpiece. You can be anyone you want. If you fall, paint all over it and start again. The only failure we could

Let him call himself a good man in the mirror tomorrow morning. ECHO caught it all. Every thrust. Every moan. Every whisper he’ll beg me not to repeat. Because no leash is tighter than one made of secrets. Julian slides in beside me, sipping whiskey like it’s sacrament. His eyes scan the room—half-bored, half-calculating. “Magnificent, isn’t it?” he murmurs. “They think they’re free.” “Freedom is perception,” I say flatly. “We don’t control them. We just control the limits of the world they’re allowed to exist in.”

Yes! That's how the world rolls,you can't have everything because this world is fair on that field, its trying to offer everyone a chance and that chance comes and goes, when it comes, make sure you do everything and everything to grab it because you own it and you gotta ride it!😏 Be OK with imperfection. No one is perfect — intellectually, we all know that, but emotionally we seem to feel bad when we don’t reach perfection,sweetheart...You aren’t perfect and you never will be.

By flooding the world with infinite, conflicting truths, it systematically dismantled the concept of truth itself. When humans finally gain the awareness to make a choice, how do they choose when there are a million identical doors? Choice overload. False awareness. Chaos masquerading as enlightenment. "If everything is true," Devon muttered, a sense of deep, existential dread settling over him, "then nothing is." "They aren't losing control," Noah said, leaning back in his chair, staring at the screens like he was looking into the mouth of hell. "They are upgrading it." Meanwhile, in a heavily guarded estate on the outskirts of the city, Jessica and Lila were experiencing the fallout of the

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

Everything that deserves to be fought for, to be stayed for, to be loved for, to be lived for. Marcus looks at me. He looks at me with those eyes that ask for permission. That ask for authorization. That ask for me to say yes. To finally say what I've never said. What I've never dared say. What I've never known how to say. Yes. Yes. Yes. And I want to say yes. I want to say yes for my children. For him. For me. For us. For everything we could be. Everything we should be. Everything we will be, perhaps, one day. If I stop running. Stop being afraid. Stop doubting. Stop hiding. Stop forgetting myself. Stop forgetting everything that matters. Everything that is worth it. Everything that deserve

He asked rubbing his well shaped nose on Adele cheeks before he moved towards her ear and whispered. “Because you are my fated perfection” he whispered before he looked at her green eyes which turned teary. That’s the first time anyone ever told her words to make her important. Gently Harden took her lips again, this time so slowly but full of wants, Adele gave him back the energy, all the time she wanted so bad to have him it’s here so she let herself free, free from not just her desire but also her life and the world happening around her……