Living Untethered Novels & Stories

The air here was different—freer, colder, quieter. This was my sanctuary. Hidden. Protected. Isolated. I pulled into the small clearing and parked, the gravel crunching under the tires. Stepping out, I inhaled deeply, letting the crisp air ground me. My mind was still racing with possibilities—dangerous ones. Theories that would shatter everything we’ve ever known about mate bonds, power, death, and connected souls. Everything The door opened with a soft chime after I keyed in the security code. Inside, the space was spotless. The maid had clearly been here. I tossed my jacket onto the couch and headed upstairs, kicking off my shoes as I went.

The lights of the rescue launch approaching and disappearing behind the waves. By the time they were pulled out, Romy had remained in near-freezing water for almost half an hour. She had been menstruating. The exposure caused a pelvic infection so severe that doctors had warned she might lose her uterus. Even after surgery was avoided, the damage brought her months of sickness and left pregnancy uncertain. Jordan’s body was never been found. Then, the situation became worse when Devon’s father became seriously ill. Kensington Enterprises had already been unstable. His father’s hospitalization shook the board, the share price, and every relationship the company depended upon. The Thorne famil

Aiden nodded. “It’s not protecting us either.” The caretaker approached cautiously, every step measured, as though one wrong move might shatter whatever fragile equilibrium they’d stumbled into. “You have entered full mutual resonance,” she said. “Unrestricted. Unmediated.” Dante lifted his head. “And?” “And there is no reversing this,” she said quietly. Aiden felt that land deep in his chest. No undo button. No rollback. No safety net. Good. Dante squeezed Aiden’s hand.

“And he listened to the grass grow. Not to understand it. Not to record it. Just to listen. Because it was there.” Slowly, tentatively, Lira began to weave again. But she wasn’t weaving the star’s song anymore. She was weaving the feeling of the cool morning air on her skin. She was weaving the memory of her grandmother’s laugh. It was messy. It was imperfect. It was utterly, breathtakingly beautiful because it was hers. A movement began, not with a manifesto, but with a whisper. They called it “The Unwritten Thread.” It was a commitment to honor the small, the personal, the unfinished, and the imperfect. It was a rebellion against the tyranny of a “completed” legacy.

"Time to vanish before this party turns into a Netflix true crime doc. I'll text Tang to meet us out front." "Agreed," Yvonne muttered, already rising. "This isn't our pond. Let the sharks eat each other." I pulled out my phone and tapped Tang's name. Dead silence. Then a chirpy, lifeless voice crackled in my ear: "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable." I frowned and tried again. Same thing. A cold knot tightened in my stomach. Slowly, I lowered the phone. Harper and Yvonne were already watching me, their carefully composed expressions beginning to fray.

We still have an upcoming concert in the Philippines. It felt like I’m going home to my hometown, but no. This is where I belong. This is the life that has meant for me. This is the life that I have been prayed for a whole life. I can’t change it anymore. And I can’t even bring back the past and change what’s really happened. I stopped when I saw Lucky Shen on the rooftop of the floor, lying down. My eyes widened and I slowly walk towards her direction and approached her. My forehead furrowed and I looked at her.

"Mom! Dad! Granny! I yelled getting inside the house, I turned on the light but what I saw shocked the hell out of me, everything was scattered, the table was turned upside down, and dad stick was there but I didn't see anyone. No! This can't be happening to me I shrieked as I hold my head. I didn't take my phone along with me. I took out my phone and unlock it, a video was sent to me and I clicked on it. " I wasn't expecting what I saw, my mom and everyone were tied blindfolded and were on their faces, and blood was coming out of my mom's nose, no this can't be happening to me again, the phone fell on the ground likewise did I it's felt as if the world was against my family. My phone beeped

jimmy asked joining his friend. "nothing, just relaxing" frank said drinking from his bottle. he however knew how unrelenting jimmy was. there was need to come up with something solid soon or else he was not going anywhere. and frank needed peace of mind to think. funny how he couldn't do it in his own apartment. perhaps because the walls and everything reminded him of her. if you haven't realized yet, the one night stand was having a toll on him. for the first time the mighty playboy frank was in some unknown territory.

He was silent, and I felt I must have said too much, there would be no way of me keeping my shop now, new clients be damned. My resolve almost crumbled, I almost apologised and that was the worst of it, I had no reason to apologise for my living circumstances, to tell him how I felt. “Heron,” he whispered dejection in his eyes, “I didn’t know.” “You wouldn’t. Because we are all far too small for you, Mr. Astor,” the words were careful and bruised. Broken and shattered before they even fell. And this time when I pried the handle, the door opened. The ring shifted off my finger, and I placed it carefully on the seat, “I will have your rent for you by the end of the week,”

"I'll let you go. Take this as my compensation to you. It'll make your life easier. I'll forever be waiting for your return, Skylar." I didn't believe in forever anymore. I only believed in myself. At that moment, I finally felt truly free. After Corbin left, I gave the black card to a local charity. At least, his money would be used for something good. The flight today departed right on time. The air hostesses were nice, and the passengers on board were friendly too. I looked out of the plane window, observing the blue sky and white clouds that passed by. I had never felt so liberated in my life. The plane climbed higher and higher in the air.