Flatland: A Romance Of Many Dimensions Novels & Stories

That was when Whitney realized what had happened. She had been given a chance by the heavens to start things over, and it was an opportunity she did not want to waste. Henry was a jerk, and Whitney decided that garbage like that should be dumped. After all, she was Whitney Sands, and she did not lack suitors. Whitney took out her phone to message the man in the parallel universe who had given her a proper burial. [I'm divorcing Henry Jordan in seven days. Are you interested in getting married?]

Main Characters: Alexander - The 25-year-old handsome and independent guy who's a workaholic. He likes working and earning money. He had a past that turned him into a narcissist. He doesn't believe in love and has commitment issues. Ellie - The Novels narrator and 23-year-old protagonist who's studying and still dependent on her family. She has been brought up in a strict family with morals and ethics. She's a day-dreamer who keeps dreaming about her prince charming and finding her true love.

"Time passes by, doesn't it? Before, you were asking permission from Nana just to spend time outside. Now it's Alliah you should be worried about." "Well, that's true," I nodded as I smiled. "I don't want her to think I'm not excited to go home and be with her." We didn't talk for long after that. While talking to him, I was on the company's rooftop. After ending the call, I roamed my eyes around the scenery from above. It looked weird but peaceful. How come my life isn't like this? I know my life is already weird as it is, but how come it's not peaceful?

They lowered their heads and suggested, "Mr. Zalmer, why don't we drop the matter since this is the case. "Celia's the daughter of Lumley Medical's chairperson, while Winifred is your daughter. Nothing good will come to anyone if we make this a big deal." In truth, even I doubted myself for a moment. However, that doubt only lasted a few seconds since I had done this experiment hundreds of times. I could get the results right even with my eyes closed. Plus, my experiment was never an easily combustible type. Even if an error occurred, it wouldn't have caused a fire.

The lights below flickered faintly, dimmer than usual. “Phoenix says the field is fluctuating,” Damien said. “Not enough to cause damage. Enough to notice.” Elara folded her arms loosely. “It’s adjusting to resistance.” “To you?” “To choice,” she said. Damien let that sit. “Alexander doesn’t see it that way.” “He wouldn’t,” Elara replied. “Control looks like order to him.” “And to you?” She considered. “Control feels like silence pretending to be peace.” Damien didn’t respond immediately. He watched the lights below, his expression thoughtful.

Rewritten. The arcs now hang without compulsory order. Battlefield exists. But does not require reenactment. House exists. But does not demand inevitability. Death exists. But is not leverage. Love exists. But is not anchor. Time is not gone. It is altered. The lattice no longer spins. It hums. Flat. Wide. Infinite. I stand within it, breathing steadily. No pressure. No grinding. No indexing. Time is not hungry. It is… expansive.

bellowed a mature, white-haired man from the front row. She looked directly at him and said in a steady voice, “No nonsense. Just fact.” Then, turning her attention back to the room, she continued with, “There are several layers of vibration, called dimensions, on earth. Each exists at the same time, but without awareness of the other.” When a loud humph came her way, she asked for a quarter. Marcus searched his pockets and presented her with one.

said Wilbur. Augheimer looked displeased to hear that. He faced his back at Wilbur and said, "Wilbur, you should know that we left Earth's dimension for more than a decade. More than a decade out here means that it has been forever in Earth's dimension. What we once knew had changed. Earth's dimension is not what it was before. It doesn't suit us, and this is the place where it is fitting for us to live. You don't have to keep fighting for the past, Wilbur. You should know that whatever hardship we went through in the middle dimension will be ten times worse and ten times more dangerous in the upper dimension. Can you guarantee to continue cultivating in the upper dimension? Perhaps we'll be

ELIZABETH: The world was blurry when I first opened my eyes. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, and a deep, dull ache settled in the base of my skull. I blinked rapidly, trying to force clarity back into my vision. It felt as though the air was thick, suffocating, and the room I was in was dimly lit, with shadows creeping up the walls. My arms felt strangely heavy, and it wasn't until I tried to move them that I realized they were bound. Panic surged through me like ice water in my veins.

She opened her mouth, but words weren't coming out, and she exhaled. Her eyes rolled onto the bouquet lying beside her, "uh! why did you send me these flowers, Rudra?" She asked with narrowed eyes. His gaze wasn't soft anymore with her question. "I sent those to you because you liked them. If you don't like roses, tell me what you like. I'll give those to you." He said in a rigid tone. "I don't understand the reason for sending these flowers, Rudra" She snapped back. "I like you, Tanvi, so I thought we could have a date and arranged it."