Everything Is Permitted Nothing Is True Novels & Stories

"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."

Even the Unchosen reacted—small ripples of movement across billions of forgotten realities. Emma felt something tighten inside her chest. “That doesn’t sound like something real.” The forgotten presence finally answered. IT IS THE ONLY REAL THING. Emma frowned. “What does that even mean?” A pause. Then— For the first time, the presence didn’t sound like it was analyzing. It sounded like it was remembering. EVERY SYSTEM IS BUILT ON CONTROLLED PERSPECTIVES. Emma swallowed. “…And the third truth isn’t controlled.” NO. A pause. IT REFUSES CONTROL.

"You guys did a pretty bad job of photoshopping this. Do you really think Joel and I are that stupid?" Chloe gritted her teeth. "Anna and I have never stooped to lying. If you think it's fake, go get it verified." "There's no need," Joel said coldly. His expression was grim as he tossed the printed screenshots into the trash. "Rachel is gentle and kind. She's been a vegetarian since childhood. She won't even hurt a fly. And she would never talk like that. It's obvious this was fabricated. You two just want to drag her through the mud."

“Fuck baby, I can’t wait to get you home and rip that dress off your body.” “Um- Kai, I’m pretty sure that’s not allowed for a little while longer.” “Fuck that shit! He shouts.” And I laugh at the face he’s making. “Kai, you’re hurt. It will be a little while before you can do anything like that.” I tell him and you would have thought I told him his favorite cat died. “We will see about that shit.” 🙈🙉🙊

2- 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 3- 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 � ��𝘰𝘥𝘺. (𝘕𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨) 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

She paused, then added, “But I remember why I started.” Lucien nodded. “And that still matters.” “Yes,” she said. “More than my comfort.” She stood, resolve firm once more. “They think this is about me,” she said. “It never was.” Lucien raised an eyebrow. “Then what is it about?” Aurelia looked out the window, the city sprawling beneath the sky. “About whether truth is allowed to exist without permission.” The weight of that settled over them. Outside, life went on as if nothing had changed.

Telling me to want for for the sake of something! I actually listened to that urge and surrendered myself for the want that didn't leave. "It is my first time too," I told him as well. "So we do this right?" he asked. "Can we?" I asked. "We can do it our way," he offered. "What do you have in mind? Will it be perfect?" "Perfection is non existent. The present is all that matters and what we can make out of it. I know something that might make it close."

"Oh my God!" Chisom exclaimed, "Mr admirer is gay?" She questioned another shock evident on her face. "I don't think so. Besides, you shouldn't believe everything the internet says sometimes they can lie because I saw the way Ryan was looking at Chimamanda. It wasn't ordinary" Chidinma defended. "Okay, no problem, he might not be gay" Chisom said. Besides, he has a masters in political science just like you, why don't you give him a chance for the sake of the same spirit you bookworms share? Chisom pleaded.

WARNING ON THIS CHAPTER. The agency sent another message explaining transportation would be handled privately. They also reminded me about the fake identity rule and warned me never to ask personal questions about the client. My fingers trembled slightly while typing back a confirmation message. For a few seconds, panic nearly swallowed me completely because everything suddenly felt too real now. I kept imagining strange men touching me while my chest tightened painfully with fear and shame. Then I looked toward Noah sleeping quietly on the couch while cartoons played softly in the background.

Emily frowned and said, "Leo, do you still remember what I told you? You need to be generous with Adam." Leonardo still stubbornly refused. Emily's tone turned colder. "Leo, give the toy to Adam." Meanwhile, Adam came over and tried to snatch the toy away as if he had been given permission. Then Adam lost his footing while trying to take the toy and fell to the floor, where he started crying on the spot. Emily went livid and she shoved Leonardo. "Leonardo! Why are you so disobedient today? It's just a toy! What's wrong with giving it to Adam?!"