Everything Is Permitted Nothing Is True Novels & Stories

Some things aren’t meant to be safe. They’re meant to be real.

"𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱… 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻."

" What do I want? Seek for the Cave of Absolute Nothingness and you shall find the answers which you seek, For now...I won't tell you what I want in exchange for the truth " " I am very close to my Liberation "

⸻ A low chuckle echoed through the speaker. ⸻ “Oh, but we do.” ⸻ The room suddenly felt smaller. Colder. ⸻ “We are the League of Silence,” the voice continued. “We do not require your approval, your permission, or your morality.” ⸻ I slammed my hand against the desk again. “You acted without presidential authorization!” ⸻ “And yet,” the man replied, “you’re still alive because we allow it.” ⸻ Silence hit me like a punch. ⸻

"All possibilities, all outcomes, all truths simultaneously." Through divine perception, we opened reality's full spectrum to Dimitri—every future spreading like infinite tree, each branch showing different choice's outcome. He saw worlds where he accepted, worlds where he refused, worlds where compromise existed. Saw joy and suffering in equal measure across all paths. Saw that no choice guaranteed happiness, no path avoided all pain. "Too much," he gasped, light form overloading with possibility. "*Exactly why order matters,*" the goddess pressed. "*Too many choices paralyze. Let me choose for you—restoration for cooperation. Simple. Clear. Definite.*"

for everything. ***

"You can easily say the safe word if you don't want to wear something I ask you to; that is allowed. You don't need permission to go somewhere. A text letting me know where you are would be nice though. That leads to another one: drinking fine, but getting so drunk you can't remember the night before is not allowed." "Okay, I can agree to those." I immediately reply I don't drink often, and it tends only to be when things get on top of me, and since seeing him I seem to be able to think more. I wait for the next thing. "Complete honesty, I don't want you saying you don't like something if you do just so you can avoid it tonight because you're not in the mood. I also don't want you to tell me

“Love can occur to anybody, at anywhere anytime… Don’t care too much about what others say, think or even judge… As long as you’re happy, as long as you don’t harm or endanger yourselves or other people, I think there’s nothing which can be called ‘permitted’ or ‘not permitted’…” “There’s nothing which can be called ‘forbidden’ or ‘not forbidden’. We’re simply living within a so-called judgmental society… As long as it can make you happy, can make you find the real meanings of your lives, can make you become a naturally-truthful and sincere person, just go for it… I also want to buy and use their products. They can be sensational and astonishing products, though…” Reading all the positive co

Permission to be imperfect. Permission to struggle. Permission to not have it all figured out.

"Before I saw. Before I understood. Before it showed me the truth." "What truth?" She closes her eyes. Tears falling. "That everything we think matters doesn't. That love is beautiful but temporary. That existence is a game and we're the pieces. That the Absolute is the player. And it's tired of playing alone. It wants you to play with it. To see what it sees. To know what it knows. To be what it is." "That sounds horrible."