Realidad Deseada Novels & Stories

And I'm going to get a son out of the relationship. I'm going to have a family. A real family that's mine because it's what I want. It will be a good life. But it's not Marla. "I don't know," Rachel says. "I know that Castle Vecchio is fancy, but I think it might be too fancy. I want us to be happy. You and me. I don't want to do something that's going to make us miserable." "I agree," I say.

“Here?” I asked. “What is here?” “The Mirrored Realm. We are merely shadows of the people you are. But if we get out of here we can be real. We can be more than just counterparts and clones. We can have real lives.” “El! No...you can't! We can’t stay here!” “Neither can we!” She exclaimed.. “It’s hell here! Getting only pieces and snippets of what goes on in your lives is tortuous! We want to live for real. Is that so much to ask?”

Even іn fantasy, ѕееіng hіѕ dеѕіrе and imagining hіm lіnіng uр thаt the thick gіrth оf his сосk at my ореnіng mаkеѕ mе nearly оrgаѕm оn thе ѕроt. I аllоw mуѕеlf to ѕurrеndеr fully to thе reality іnѕіdе mу head as I рісturе hіm аbоvе me. Bearing dоwn, rеаdу to tаkе me.

Jamie was exactly what I needed to brave the future. The memory of the dream of me having consuming, steamy sex with my hazel-eye phantom flashed in my head and I shook my entire frame visibly. ‘No!’ I thought vehemently. Jamie is my reality. And I'm certain when it is time to be physical, I will love every minute of it. Yes, that's exactly what I need. Perhaps then the experience would stop the damning dreams.

It’s li all my wishes came through on this reality but not just my wishes, but my fears too. I don’t want this reality. I don’t want to be in it. I know I thought of them. I know I wished for them but I don’t want them to come true. I wished it because I knew it wouldn’t happen. I don’t want my wishes. I want things to go back to normal. Please. I looked up to the sky. Perhaps the moon goddess is not in this reality. I have to get out here.

--- Because this— --- Was not a variable it could optimize. --- Not a function it could solve. --- Reality— --- Could not exist without uncertainty. --- Without risk. --- Without the possibility of loss. --- The chains flickered. --- Subtle. --- But undeniable. --- “Reality can be simulated,” the system replied. --- A pause. --- “Without inefficiency.” --- Elena shook her head once. --- “No.” --- A beat. --- “That’s not reality.” --- The space around them trembled.

For that matter, how could she feel like she needed him? “Another thing you need to know,” he said before she could respond. “I don’t deal in fantasies, Josie. I deal with reality. And maybe your fantasy is my reality and that’s okay as long as you realize at the end of the day the fantasy becomes reality. What we do is real. It’s here. Solid. It’s not going away tomorrow or the next day. You need to be sure you can deal with that because yeah, I’ll give you the fantasy but it’s going to be real. No made-up shit you only dream about in your head. Are you prepared for that? Can you deal with this being real and permanent?”

John sits at the edge of the bed, looking out the window. Demon lies beside him, not touching, but close. I hug myself, still naked, as if trying to contain what can’t be explained. I watch them from inside myself, and I don’t know if I want to cry or applaud. We’re not guilty. We’re just hopelessly addicted to the only thing we have left in a world that condemns us: Desire.

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

UNRESOLVED IDENTITY COHERENCE: 84% STABLE MANIFESTATION POSSIBLE Jonathan looked concerned. “What happens at one hundred percent?” Marcus answered. “She won't need the Door.” Adrian stepped forward. “No.” The woman's voice remained calm. “I will become able to exist in one reality.” “Which one?” Elena asked. “Yours.” “No.” Lucas looked up at her. “Mommy.” Elena shook her head. “No. We just spent all this time preventing realities from forcing themselves into each other.” The woman responded: