Same Self Novels & Stories

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Avery whispered, her voice echoing off the leaden walls. "It’s 'Self,'" Aris replied, sitting in a wooden chair that was not made of Sombra-wood, but of dead, repurposed oak. "It’s where the 'I' begins. In here, I can think a thought and know that it doesn't belong to the planet. I can be wrong without the collective 'Correcting' my neurotransmitters. I can be sad without the system trying to 'Dopamine-Balance' me back into the Harmony."

Ha, like I would even go to a party if my life depended on it. Should I take his apple laptop? Nah, not good enough, I know it would affect him but what the heck would I do with it that I can't do on my phone?. I need something which would affect him and benefit me at the same time. Don't look at me like that, I'm not selfish, he deserves it and it's selfLove tho. Munching on my favourite biscuit, an idea struck, *food* yeah food!. I jumped of my bed and did a booty shake. I can see your face now, told u am crazy.

He replied without any hesitation. "Do you take drugs?" "I'm not some fucked up person." My hand gripped the glass tight. This was going over the top. He couldn't make a comment like this and behave like nothing was wrong. I wasn't some fucked up person. I wasn't some fucked up person. I repeated the words, crashed them in my head to remember it and never forget what it meant. I wasn't some fucked up person. Gulping loudly, I brought the glass to my lips and took it in one gulp, not even waiting to savor the taste of it.

“Our daughter’s best friend eating my wife’s cunt while I bury myself in her. Been wanting this for years.” Rebecca’s voice was lower, almost shaking. “We both have.” He shifted the angle and rubbed over that perfect spot inside Sienna with every thrust. One hand reached down so his fingers could rub her clit in tight circles. Sienna’s second orgasm hit hard and sudden—her pussy clamping down around his cock as she moaned into Rebecca’s cunt.

Unapologetic. Together.

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responded to the second—not with conflict, but with adjustment. It refined its own self-reference based on the presence of another self-reference. Emma felt the complexity increase. Not chaos. Depth. The awareness spoke gently. “Selfhood multiplies through reflective differentiation.” Silence. The second “I” extended its awareness outward. It encountered Emma and Ethan again. But differently. Because now there were two perspectives interpreting existence simultaneously. Ethan whispered. “…It’s different from the first one.” Emma nodded. “Yes. It’s less inward.” The second “I” did something subtle.

Your own personal hell. ******************************************

"But I think I was mostly angry at myself." "Why?" "Because I was jealous." Alex looked down at his plate. "You found someone. Someone who looks at you like you're the only person in the world. And I've been alone for so long, and I thought—I thought if I couldn't have that, then you shouldn't either." Damian reached across the table and took Alex's hand. "You'll find someone." "Maybe." "Not maybe. You will." Alex squeezed his hand. Then he pulled away and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "Okay. Enough feelings. What's the plan for today?"