Novel & Cerita Realidad Deseada

I explain and walk around my desk, watching as King’s body adjusts to my movement. “So think of that, give me some ideas,” I look around. “Jessica’s lashes are real, though, Miss,” Andrea speaks, and I nod. “They are real, but are they a real part of her?” I ask, and she looks at me. “Look, Hyperreality is a state where we can no longer distinguish between reality and the mere representation of it. So while those lashes exist and are physical things, they are not real as part of Jessica’s body, so any other ideas?” I ask and wait.

“Oh really now. Are we still being realistic here?” “You’re blinded.” Soyet shook his head. “You cannot see the true nature of what you have faced. I doubt you’d be able to truly unravel the reality of the future you wanted to see. No. The truth is, you deserve not to stand on the preface of your dreams considering that your mind only perceives the thing by which that to your head has already been established.”

I know that you are feeling…” “I feel no obligation towards you Xavier. I know that I am going to return back home and this is all nothing more than a beautiful dream. This dream is something that I have always wished for and it is my break from real life but you have to understand that I know that this is not my life and this is never going to be real for me.” “Querida…please…don’t talk about such things when you are in your dream. No talks of reality should come when you are living in your dream. That will take away the pleasure that you are gaining.”

She saw it and she let it run for another few minutes and then she set her glass down with the deliberate quiet of a decision being made. “Can we stop,” she said. I looked at her. “This false reality.” She gestured slightly — a small movement that encompassed the terrace and the wine and the careful conversation they’d been conducting since the airport. “Can we just — stop.” “What would you prefer?” She folded her hands on the table. Below the terrace, the lake moved in the darkness, barely, the way breathing moved a chest — just enough to know it was alive.

“What do you want to come next?” “Honestly? I don’t know. Three months ago I wanted revenge on Julian. Then I wanted to survive the divorce. Then I wanted to protect you and Ivy from my mess. But now?” I look around my apartment. “Now I just want this. Whatever this is. You. Ivy. Building something real.” “Even if it’s messy?” “Especially if it’s messy. Perfect is overrated. Real is better.” He kisses me. Soft. Sweet. Full of promise.

because it was difficult. I continued carefully. “Potential can become emotionally addictive.” A pause. “Especially when reality never fully interrupts it.” Recognition moved softly through the system. Some patterns recoiled from it. Others softened with exhausted understanding. Because they had lived inside possibility for too long already. I watched the first and second again. Neither moved away completely. Neither moved fully closer either. But now. they were finally seeing the shape of the space between them honestly. Not fantasy. Not denial. Reality. And strangely.

Even though it pained him to let them face such a creature without sufficient knowledge and skills, he had to set aside his doubts about their capabilities. -----"Most of the things in reality are far from our expectations. Maybe a certain dream can become real, but it will not happen exactly as it did in your dream. It can be better or worse. Whatever it may be, the effects will leave a great impact on your life. That's how strongly reality hits a person, and you can't do anything but go with the flow and accept the present."-----

right You can dream as you wish, as you wish, in the most perfect form, and in the most wonderful form, And in the most ridiculous form, and in the strangest form, but in the most remote form from reality. You can also wish for anything as you wish as well. Dreams and wishes are personal matters. There is no wish police, or dream doctors roaming the streets to arrest any unrealistic demands, it is a personal matter between you and ... Yes, that is what I mean. Between you and no one else at all. The only thing that you should expect from the guard in this regard is - and I speak from purely personal experience - to be careful that what you wish or dream of can come true. And what will happen

"Choose the world. Choose the truth. Even if it means I don't get to see it." "There’s a third way, Aradaa," Cassandra whispered, her voice suddenly soft, seductive. "I can build a simulation for you both. A paradise within the paradise. You can live in your happiest memories forever. The library. The forest. No war. No blood. Just the two of you, immortal. While I optimize the rest." "A dream," Aradaa whispered. "A perfect one." Kaelor squeezed Aradaa’s hand. His grip was solid. Real. The weight of his body was the only thing keeping Aradaa grounded in the storm.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.