Reality Manipulation Novels & Stories

He was laughing. " Not at all... You know if I don't sleep for two nights then the third day I can even sleep while standing. " " This is too much, you are kidding me. " " Trust me, If I sleep all of a sudden under that condition and if anyone asks me anything, I start behaving as if I am drugged or given the medicine so that I can only speak the truth. I would even admit that I murdered someone if I really had. I mean to say that I lose control over my mind. And the funniest part is, that I won't remember anything about it when I get up. " he was looking at me with surprise and then he burst out laughing.

"Okay. We have a way to deal with it.” "What's that?" “Dissecting your brain and restarting it. That way you will have a new brain without all the overthinking that ruins your life," Doctor Jarvis grinned broadly. And Anthony thought all of that wasn't just a joke. But a real solution. -00- Stepping out of class, Anthony had never felt so tired before. He felt the nape of his neck tense and his eyes felt very heavy. He saw the cloudy sky stretching above him. Rain would fall along with cold winds that would freeze the body. Anthony hoped he would have an entire evening with a glass of whiskey and a fireplace warming his entire study.

Ilona asked. "Because that's the reality," "Yes, I know, but you don't need to tell my mother something like that. She will be hopeful and start grilling me with lots of questions," 'Okay, just say that we're just pretending to be dating. "We're just friends," answered Eldian, providing an increasingly difficult solution. "You're crazy! My mother will immediately get angry if she finds out we're just pretending," replied Ilona. "So, let's just make it a reality," said Eldrian.

The scenes from my nightmare flashed vividly behind my eyes. My hands were once again trapped by the two men while their ring leader was having sadistic fun with me. I was crying hysterically and was thrashing wildly in an attempt to free myself but ended up getting a hard slap. Before things could get more serious, I had woken up and I was really glad that I had. I knew it was a nightmare and thus, wasn't real then why did one side of my face feel warmer than the other? Was I just making things up because of PTSD? I had read something about it somewhere. Was I manifesting my reality into dreams and vice versa?

With the Harp in his possession, he had the power to reshape realities. Ezra, desperation evident, cried out, "We must retrieve the Harp! Without it, he can manipulate dreams and reality!" Morpheus, his voice echoing the whispers of the void, declared, "For eons, I've been trapped, watching dreams fade and realities crumble. Now, I will shape a reality of my own." With those words, he started playing the Celestial Harp. The notes, though melodious, carried an ominous tone. The void began to shift, and the boundaries of reality started to blur.

Then he decided to use the man's biggest weakness, his daughter who had undergone plastic surgery. He visited the man taking care of the daughter who was still frail and lost her memory temporarily. Seeing the dangerous Charles, the man didn't have a choice, he had to listen to Charles. There was only one instruction, to keep hypnotizing the girl. She was hypnotized into loving that school, hypnotized into wanting to see the Governor. And then her memory was trapped inside of her until now.

He could be courteous to others, but not to her. She had to manage every aspect of his life—even his secret girlfriend. And it was exhausting, even with the hefty salary. But accepting the offer meant deceiving people. "Unless they never find out" She was 100% sure that Oliver would agree to the utmost confidentiality of his proposal of a fake relationship. After all, uproar will happen if the truth is revealed. And it’s not like they would continue the fake realtor ship for a year. it’s just for a few months and viola! Everyone was happy.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

—No, at the moment I don't want my mother to see you so tell me where to meet. "In my office then," he stood up. "Do we have a deal?" He shook my hand. "Sure." I shook it too. I felt a little shock of electricity when that happened. Perhaps Oliver could sense it too because he withdrew his hand immediately. "See you tomorrow, Miss Aileen." He left my house, leaving me completely speechless. I'm sure he's wondering why I didn't insult him or say things to him. The truth was he had no courage, he had cried for a long time but at last he had the opportunity he wanted. I didn't care if I had to pretend to be very in love with Oliver in order to have my scholarship and to continue studying, to gr

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”