Living In Another World By Taking Commissions Novels & Stories

"We are willing to make a deal. One final contract." ​"No more contracts," Julian wheezed, trying to stand. ​"Listen to the terms first, Doctor," the Executor said. "We will give you a city. A real city in the world of men. We will give you names, papers, and a home. You can live out your days as if the Scythe never existed." ​"And the price?" I asked. ​"You must act as our eyes," the Executor said. "Other 'subjects' have escaped over the centuries. Monsters, ghosts, and things worse than Silas. They are hiding in the world of men. You find them, you mark them, and we collect them."

The 'Middle World' was also known as the 'living world. Our world. "The divine beings have to co-exist peacefully for the human world to be safe," he added. Then, he fell silent before he spoke again. "There's a way for me to grant your request without getting into trouble. You have to give me something in return though." "Of course," I agreed. "There’s nothing free in this world, so let’s make a deal." "A deal with a God isn't something to be taken lightly, Nana," the God said. "We have to make an official contract."

"Now, ask important questions. I'll give you three." David nods again. God waits. "What is this world? Tell me more about it." "Foserense is a world I just finished creating. Its basic physics and rules are similar to the ones followed by your universe with some additions." "What additions?" "Is that your 2nd question?" "Ummm... No?" "Then I won't answer it." "Fudge. Okay, will I get anything when I go down there?" "A gift from me but otherwise nothing." "A gift?" "Is that your third question?"

"The 'Reader' has already 'Completed' the purchase. To the system, your story is 'Closed Content'. If I send you back now, you'll be 'Static'—a glitch that the next 'Update' will delete." He stood up, his height dwarfing the room. "The only way to stay real is to 'Transcend the Genre'. You have to move from the 'Paranormal Romance' to the 'True Myth'. You have to become the 'Founders' of a new world that the Gallery can never index." "What’s the price?" Lyra asked, her sapphire eyes bright with a terminal resolve. "The price is the 'Sovereign's Scent'," the Author said, holding out his fountain pen. "You must 'Sign' the next world with your own blood. You must become the 'Ink' for the 'Unmap

The whispers quietened. I was a young woman living alone, fending for myself. why couldn’t they understand that? “My grandmother is dead; the herbs she used to sell I can no longer sell as I know nothing about herbs. I know hunting and there is no game anymore in the mountains. The roof collapsed last night, the fence is falling apart, and I still need to eat.” I paused scanning the crowd. “If I allow everyone to continue using the land for free simply because they are accustomed to it. what will I live on?” the villagers turned away, avoiding my gaze. The knew I wasn’t lying. Yet knowing the truth and accepting it were two different things. The chief sighed deeply.

Aoi added. “Well, you do have a point. The Supernatural realm is better than the world, right? No working, no financial problem, no social pressure, everyone is free here. But, I don’t want to live here, neither do you, right?” Alfi said. “Well, actually, if we get his blessing, we’ll just end up becoming wandering spirits in your world. Ki Bromo is able to give us access to the real world only, not resurrect us as humans, as we are dead already.” Jeje explained.

Elias gestod, "will be a boy, asking why his mother is a ghost, afraid of her own shadow." Her blood went cold. He was using her own fears against her. "Or," Elias said, tapping the leather portfolio. "You can choose this." "Choose what?" she whispered. "Another prison? A prison owned by New York?" "A global prison," Elias said, a faint, sharp smile returning. "They are not offering to buy you, my child. They are offering to fund you. They do not want to own AVA. They want to launch it." He opened the portfolio.

Surely she could survive this new world. But deep down, she knew one thing: her past wasn’t finished with her. And whatever shadows had followed her into the city were already plotting their next move. A faint noise from the garden made her turn. It's just a flicker of movement, too quick to identify. Her pulse quickened. “They’re close,” she whispered. Mike’s eyes met hers. “And they’re not waiting.” Outside, the city shone like gold and glass, alive and indifferent. But in its streets and alleys, hidden among the lights, something moved. Watching. —END OF CHAPTER 2— A flicker in the garden caught Clara’s eye. “They’re close,” she whispered.

"What is a single life compared to the joy of a billion 'Subscribers'? Without him, the world is just rocks and dust. He gives the people a reason to wake up!" "He doesn't even get to see the sun he's drawing," I said, my anger flaring through the exhaustion. "You’re using them. You’re using their dreams to power a machine that just makes more cages." Kaima-Zero walked toward me, her silver coat swishing on the floor. "And what have you done, Little One? You’ve led thousands of people out into a wasteland. You’ve given them hunger. You’ve given them cold. You’ve given them the 'Real World'—and the Real World is a grave."

Exaggerations. “The world expands with the white angel existing as the only creator, everything in it still off balance and only in order, other celestials like the gods and goddesses saw the creation as another life and so different lives was given to earth to make it more precious and beautiful, lives that includes all creatures, creatures of the werewolves, humans, witches, vampires and so on. But, since there’s nothing than order in the world, no life from our side was given down to earth. After I found out and understand the whole story, I made it my passion to fulfill my mother’s legacy, that’s to keep the world she also created in balance, and that means letting in the chaos.”