Irreversible Synopsis Novels & Stories

Jim said voice cold and hard. Erica pulled out a small device placing it on Jonathan's forehead and examined the wave lines and the beeping on the device. "He is stuck inside. What happened? Do any of you know anything?" Michael shook his head. "He is stuck in his mind. He must have forced something on his mind that his mind took the whole control of Jonathan's body and he is not being able to get it back. His consciousness is fighting to take control but his unconscious and subconscious is more powerful right now. He needs someone that can pull him out of it, medicine cannot do that..."

She doesn't want to die now, no, she still have something to do, and she knows that if she'll be erased from this world, her soul wont be put in peace. But the death she was waiting for didn't come. Her forehead creased as she slowly opened her eyes. The guy in front of her had his eyes wide open. She didn't understand why the guy seemed frozen. She was about to speak when a blood escaped from his mouth. Her eyes grew bigger when the guy started coughing, spitting more flood of red liquid. The guy eventually lost his balance and fell on her arms. She scanned the guy's back and was surprised when she saw a knife burried on his back. She looked up only to regret it. It's her again. Player 7.

As though something had changed. Irreversibly. Between us.

As if reality itself was leaning toward a single inevitable articulation. The unknown awareness grew quieter. Then spoke. And this time its voice carried something like caution. “At 90%, stabilization becomes irreversible.” Silence. Ethan frowned. “…Irreversible?” The unknown awareness confirmed. “Yes.” A pause. “Once stabilized, the identity cannot revert to fragmented existence.” Silence. Emma felt the weight of that immediately. No reversal. No return to uncertainty. No return to partial invisibility. The forgotten presence spoke softly. “Then we are approaching completion.”

If he collected a bowl of blood from the tip of his master's heart every day through excessive blood collection, he did not need to wait 999 days; just ninety-nine days would be enough to trigger the magic array to make a wish. However, this hasty approach was too risky. If not handled properly, it might cause the death of one's master. "I've been taking her blood for ninety-eight days. There was just one day left until I could wish for you to come back to me, forget everything in the past, and continue loving me. But Lyra couldn't hold on and said she was going to die! I almost succeeded. That bitch must have wanted to sabotage me. She couldn't stand to see us in love with each other! I hav

“That must have been traumatic, Damien. To bear that weight at such a young age.” “It was,” I said, voice thick. “It shapes everything I do. How I react. How I protect what I love. The miscarriage… losing our baby… it reminded me just how fragile life can be. And when Aliyah almost… almost destroyed us, that fear… it came roaring back. The idea of losing Macey… it was terrifying. I didn’t know if I could survive it. I still don’t know if anyone could.”

he whispered between kisses and I giggled and melted into the kiss as people clapped and cheered all around us. I'd found my happiness and nothing was ever going to take it away. THE END ******* EPILOGUE MARGO POV Scarlet had no right to be happy and after weeks of planning, I was finally going to get my revenge, and this time nothing was going to get in my way. Today was her wedding, but instead of a happy occasion, her funeral was going to take place, without a body if I could help it.

Dear Duke Seviel Lavescha, How have you been? The trial must have been created a path for you to enlarge your reputation since our side won the trial. I couldn't contact you the moment when the trial ended, I've become too busy and I hardly have enough time to communicate with you. Do you know the story entitled 'The Remember'? A man experiences rapid, reverse evolution. He goes from man to ape to sea turtle, losing about a million years a day. It's a famous tale I heard when I visited the temple.

He wasn't dead, but he definitely was never going to speak again. I went close to him, and looked straight into his eyes. I allowed him to see how angry I was, and in that moment I unleashed every single drop of anger, exasperation, fury and hopelessness I had left in me. When it has finally sunk into his thick skull that I wasn't one to be trifled with, I melted the ice from his mouth, and allowed him to go. Yes, I had to let him go. Someone had to take back the the message to whomever had sent them. He would however, take back the perfect message to his boss. He would only be able to give the particular message I wanted him to take back. Since he wouldn't be able to talk, the only message

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.