Novel & Cerita Realidad

Reality bends. And then we're somewhere else entirely.

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

You realize that the man would have treated a male mosquito as his worst rival if it showed up in the same room as Natalie, right? "Seriously? What the hell? This is the worst case of lovesickness I've heard about," Malcolm exclaimed. "The guy's loaded and well-traveled. Why does he come off as a recluse who's never seen or had a woman before?" Chuckling, Landon said, "As far as Mr. Mattel is concerned, Natalie is the only woman who exists in the entire world." "And what about the other women?" Malcolm asked. "He probably sees them as inanimate objects."

Anything. Nothing.

Aria's POV The knowledge of observation spread through reality clusters like philosophical virus, each consciousness processing the revelation differently. Through divine perception, I watched existential crises cascade across fourteen thousand realities simultaneously. "Reality-Three-Seven-Nine is demanding immediate cessation of observation," Genesis reported through her infinite-dimensional art. "They claim watched existence isn't genuine existence." "While Reality-Six-Thousand-Two fears that without observation, they'll cease to be entirely," Aria-Seven added through her distributed consciousness. "They're begging the Observer to never look away."

And she's my weapon. Camila is my weapon!

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I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

One second, she was standing there, and the next, she whirled around and ran back into the house and out of my vision. My body finally jolted in realization. What I was seeing was not some hallucination I had conjured up, but she was here. Zara was here. My mate was here. Zara, my mate was here. My brain repeated the words several times in my head because it was the only way I was going to believe it. "Harper?" Natalie's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. My head turned to look at her and then a horrific realization dawned on me.

"Well you are a fresh bloom Princess, no one can resist that. Let me tell you something, everyone owns a different idea about you...Good and bad are just some examples of it. The mind is vast, it could formulate anything... even trick you" I raised an eyebrow, amused as to where this conversation is leading to. Maria told me that Dad had been into sci-fi movies recently. When he doesn't go to work, he spends it with Netflix. I just pretended to be interested in the topic and listened attentively. "If you just look into their eyes, you can see it. The ideas these young male species had for you aren't to my liking. So far, most of what I am seeing now is... you being a food." Dad exclaimed wor