Parallel Reality Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

E, the morning star disappeared from the orbit of my life and left me behind with a whole sky of nostalgia. Well, too much meaningless talking, let's get to the main story. My beloved D.E ​​is a massive series that opens with the story “Psychopaths”. This series consists of many mini-stories, mainly following Huong Duong – a psychologist with her treatment sessions, sometimes punctuated with stories from other psychologist of the clinic. And dear friends, I must say in advance that throughout the story, you will come across a mixing writing style, sometimes surprisingly good, sometimes unusually bad. Good part, of course, is the original author's verbatim that I still memorize. Bad part, no

Detaching from the current world and transferring to the parallel world. I don't know how long it had been, but my eyes snapped open, and I sat up in bed. There was no suffocating smell of blood. Warm sunlight spilled through the white curtains, and the room smelled like jasmine. I touched my chest. There was a heart there, beating strong and steady. This was... the parallel world the System promised? A world without pain or betrayal? The doorbell chimed. My heart skipped a beat. Driven by an intense gut feeling, I sprinted to the door barefoot.

The cosmic energies swirled, casting glimpses of potential futures shaped by the dialogues that reverberated through the celestial tapestry. As we delved deeper into our narratives, a profound connection emerged—a resonance that transcended the boundaries of time and space. "Our dialogues intertwine like cosmic threads, binding us to a shared fate," one of us mused, their words resonating with a sense of cosmic unity. The Nexus embraced our shared stories, revealing patterns and connections that transcended the singular voices engaged in astral conversation.

"We jump realities. Keep moving. Stay ahead of him. Give Luna time to grow." "He'll follow," Erebus says. "Let him." Trinity smiles. Dangerous. "We'll make him work for it. Tire him out. Weaken him. By the time he catches us, Luna will be ready." It's insane. Reckless. Our only option. "Do it," I say. We jump through the portal. Into another reality. It looks like ours but different. The sky is purple. The trees are blue. Everything feels slightly wrong. "This is a parallel dimension," Trinity explains. "One where reality reset differently. We can hide here for hours. Then jump again."

Ariana froze. The words hit harder than anything else. “No…” The other Ariana leaned in slightly. “That’s why you don’t remember me.” Silence. Heavy. Crushing. Ariana’s voice trembled. “How many times?” The other Ariana didn’t answer. Instead— She lifted her hand. And the space around them exploded. Not into chaos. But into scenes. Hundreds. Thousands. Different versions of the same story. Ariana in a lab. Ariana activating the system.

Kane looked at me. “What’s the move?” I took a slow breath. And turned back to the network. To the three futures unfolding in real time. “We don’t choose one,” I said. Cassius blinked. “Then what?” “We engage all three,” I said. Arden frowned. “That’s risky.” “Yes,” I said. “But it’s the only way to understand them fully.” Dominic nodded slowly. “Parallel interaction.” “Controlled influence across all clusters,” Kane added. Cassius sighed.

Her body jerked like something pulled at her from two directions at once. I caught her before she hit the ground. “Melissa,” I said, lowering my voice even as my pulse slammed against my ribs. “Stay with me.” Her eyes were open. But they were not focused on this world. “They are overlapping,” she whispered. My stomach tightened. “What is overlapping.” “Timelines,” she said, voice thin. “Possibilities. Versions that should not exist at the same time.” Zara doubled back toward us. “Okay. I am officially requesting we stop unlocking new nightmare vocabulary.”

I watched my children become strangers to themselves, their innocence stripped away by cosmic awareness. We confirmed what I had feared most: they could communicate with versions of themselves in other realities. And through them, with others who shared their burden across the infinite expanse of parallel worlds. One night, Seraphina collapsed after a particularly intense vision, her small body convulsing as raw multiversal energy coursed through her. When she finally woke, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, she whispered, "I saw another you, Mama. A version of you that never became Queen, who was hunted for what she carried. She... she died protecting her children."

She knew that she could sneak out then. “All nurses’ report to the conference room” was heard in the hall, so this was her breakthrough moment. She snuck out of her room, down the hall and surprisingly out the doors. She started to run as fast as she could and soon ended up in the woods. No one would find her now since she had left her phone there and took anything they could get a scent on her with. Before she realized it she was at the edge of a cliff. She couldn't go back to where she came from, but now what was she going to do. Part of her wanted to just get all this over with and jump, but she already loved the baby inside her and knew that was not an option. So overwhelmed by stress sh

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?