How To Script Your Desired Reality Novels & Stories

Being triple-blessed is not a curse, it is my secret weapon. Squeezing the coin tightly in my fist, I don't just see Axel in my mind, I smell him, taste him, feel him in every way. I pull on our connection as mates and I know everything he is feeling. This will be my focus. Next, I pull on my power of manifestation, the ability to see my future, the one I wish, and put those ideas out into the ether to bring them into reality. I picture myself loving him, us happy together. I add a piece of the future that the Oracle sent me of our feisty little girl, the one with the red hair and the short temper, who thinks she can beat her big brother in soccer, but cries to her dads when she gets a skinn

"But the script is guarded by a Soul-Lock. It only opens for the person who has the highest 'Engagement Rate.' The person the readers love the most." I looked at the golden book. I could see my own name flickering on the cover. Hazel Williams. I was the key. Again. "How do I do it?" I asked. "You have to enter the script one last time," Silas said. "But this isn't a simulation. It’s a direct link to the Publisher’s mind. If he kills you in there, your brain will fry in the real world. There is no backup. No second chances." "I'll do it," I said without a second thought.

he explained as another scene played along. "You have to make sure that you strongly suggest to his memories that they are wrong. Manipulate them into accepting your version of reality as true. Make them believe it is true," he explained, and I nodded. "When you are done, you suggest to them to sleep and they will fall asleep. Then you step out of their memories," he explained, tugging at my hand in real life and pulling me back in. "Your turn," he said, and I felt nervous. "I’ll be here if you need me. You don’t have to worry. I will make sure everything goes well. I’ll be watching from the sidelines and I’ll step in if you need me," he explained, and I nodded.

“We know deep down you want this but you just don't want to keep steady, let's make you wet.” I pretended to stretch my body and growl to the beautiful moon in the sky, they have to want me deeply. I wanted to create that intense desire in them, manipulate them into turning to be the ones chasing me. I could do it and I was going to do it.

I huffed and some how stood up . I realized that I have to pray . I make my way to the bathroom and do wazo. After I prayed and that maid left me to feed myself an idea popped in my mind . I know very well what will I do and now he will have to keep up with me. I smiled at myself with an evil smile and finished my food . Mister Leo here I come . AFTER SOME DAYS...... I do wanna change my reality and my situation but if I stay the way I am nothing will change for good .

And that’s the one truth I’ve already ruined everything to keep. Instead, I pour myself coffee that goes cold untouched and spend the rest of the afternoon rehearsing conversations I’ll never have. In one version, I keep it light. Hey, you ever notice anything weird about your cameras? Just wondering. In another, I go for brutal honesty. I asked someone to check your system. You were compromised. Let me help. Every script ends the same way. With her looking at me like I’m exactly the thing she’s been afraid of. By evening, I’m restless, wired. I lace up my running shoes and hit the streets, pounding out a route that takes me past her block like I’m on autopilot.

But then, it could overwhelm me more than it should, especially because of the fact that it required magic and magic required energy. Through the written word, I discovered the power of intention. Each word carefully chosen, each sentence crafted with intent, I wove my desires into existence. I learned to manipulate the very fabric of reality, breathing life into the dreams and aspirations of this soul. But it wasn't just about the words themselves; it was about the intention behind them. My thoughts echoed through the ink, infusing my words with energy and purpose. I learned to focus my mind, channeling my thoughts into the written word, creating a potent blend of intention and manifestatio

“A complete reset. Her mind — her memories — her very purpose… all momentarily wiped clean.” I look at them over the rim of my glass. “You know what I’m getting at.” Joshua’s lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. He raises his glass, savoring a sip. “In other words... what she’s told during that reset becomes her reality.” “Exactly.” Gregory sets his drink down carefully. “You’re planning to manipulate her into joining our side?” “Manipulate?” I smirk. “Don’t say it like that. Let’s call it… reprogramming. We’ll feed her a new truth — our truth.”

“I know the script well.” The script details the story that the AI will create in falsified memories, images and sounds to be implanted in their minds through hypnotic suggestion reinforced with electromagnetic waves. As their Keeper, it is my responsibility to know it inside and out. For me, this will be easy–because I wrote it. When asked to create a new identity for these two, I already knew exactly what story I’d use. These identities will not be false but very, very real.

He spoke as he gave them their drinks. “This concoction serves as a way to put your mind to sleep and help you to go through the time loop and see the truth that you wish to see. The bracelet you have given me has been soaked inside as it contains every energy and power from the person you wish to seek the truth from. You will be entering her mind, her dreams, her memory and her vision. You will see what she sees. You will pass out after that and your journey to the her world will start. Is everyone ready? The effects will be quick.” Once everyone held their cup, they all gathered into a circle and stare at each other. None dare to drink first until Adam move to the middle and release a long