Novel & Cerita None Of This Is True Explained

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

His eyes are locked on mine, steady and intense. “I won’t lie to you,” he says. His voice is quiet. Firm. Deadly sincere. “Yes, there have been cases—rare ones. But those people didn’t know what was happening. They panicked and soughted out human medicine. Tried to treat something that can’t be treated that way.” He steps forward again, now so close that I can feel the heat rolling off his skin. His fingers brush my arm, light and grounding. “That’s not how this works, Tess. You’re not sick. You’re changing. And you won’t be doing it alone.”

“I mean, these people won’t be offering a huge amount of money if it’s not true.” “And they’re offering that amount because it’s impossible to find a werewolf,” she pointed out that had me thinking. “Come on, Porsche, we’ve talked about this. Werewolves don’t exist. Or if they do, they’re extinct.” “I know, I know.” Sighing in defeat, I rolled my eyes and continued, “I just thought that I’ll give this a try. Maybe I’ll get something in my fantasy.”

I can’t look away. How embarrassing. I want to give him a tight tight hug. “I never said this, but I feel like I need to emphasize that I don’t really care if you are human or not.” I look back into his eyes. “…. We are not human.” Leon eventually reveals the truth, “All of us are not human, and all of us doesn’t even belong to the same species…. We only share some parts in common.”

Not gods. Not curses. This. Life.

she replied. "He can be really sweet and down to earth, but he has strong detest for violations, people often say it's better to jump off a high cliff than breaking any of his rules." "Who is he? What does he look like?" Kim asked impatiently feeling cold shiver wash over her body. "His name is London Malik, the finest man on earth, you'll see him at the orientation," she replied. Kim suddenly went mute, staring into space. From what she just heard, it will be a death sentence breaking any of the rules, but with the complications of her situation, she knew she'd be breaking one in no time.

"That's none of your business." * * *

In exchange for breaking free of the quest and returning to my original world, I gave up the ability to feel any emotion. Now, I felt nothing—no joy, no anger, no sorrow, no love. And there was certainly no hatred, no obsession, and no desire. It was as if my heart had become a bottomless cup. No matter what was poured into it, nothing would stay. "I can return," I said at last, my voice calm. "But he's a madman. I don't have emotions anymore and can't respond to him." "And that's fine!" The system reassured me quickly. "As long as you're there, it's enough! Just keep him stable for three months. Once the World Firewall is repaired, I'll send you back immediately!"

“That doesn’t matter.” “It does to me.” “Why?” he pressed. I didn’t answer. “Why?” he repeated. “I said I just need it done,” I said firmly. Nikolai went quiet for a second. Then he said, “This doesn’t make sense.” “It doesn’t have to.” “It does,” he insisted. “Because this is not like you.” I clenched my jaw slightly. “People change,” I said. “Not like this,” he replied. I shook my head. “You’re overthinking it.”

We're all equal, even when others try to tell us otherwise. The End