She Took Him, I Took Their World Novels & Stories

No map. Good. Let them lose track of her. She was done playing their game. It was her turn to build one they couldn’t control.

However, we lost contact completely after she went abroad about a decade ago. Vivian's gaze softened when she looked at me. "I'm sorry. I came back too late." She turned to Mia, and her tone went cold. "From today on, he's mine. You want him? Then come and take him." As soon as she finished speaking, the four bodyguards behind her stepped forward and separated Mia from us. Seeing that the tide was turning against her, Mia could only glare at me viciously. "You really are hopeless. You just can't stop crawling to someone else and begging for help! Don't think hiding behind someone means everything is going to be fine. We'll see about that!"

Then— "I'm afraid," she whispered. "Every time I have something good, the world seems to be able to take it away." "Then let's not give the world that kind of power," he said gently. "Let's reclaim it. Both of us." Her hand slid out to his, and he took it, fingers intertwining. A beat. "Okay," she whispered. "I'll stay." Kc breathed out, a tiny smile creeping onto the corner of his mouth. "You know what this means, huh?"

she explained. That was how she got to know what happened. For a moment, I just stared at her, her words replaying in my mind. I glanced at her from head to toe, her presence stirring desires inside me. Then without thinking, I stood. Her eyes widened slightly as I took a step closer, towering over her small frame. “You’re in my world now,” I said quietly, my voice low and intense. “There’s no going back.” She froze, her lips parting as if to say something, but the words never came.

It was because only by obeying him a hundred times could I finally leave and… meet my brother. Before I was transported to this world, I came to know about my long-lost brother, Mark. But the day we finally decided to meet each other, something happened. I fell asleep while my laptop was on, and the next morning, I woke up as Edwin’s girlfriend in some other world. I could not meet my brother, my only remaining family in the whole world! However, Edwin’s love gradually helped me overcome the sense of loss, and I developed genuine feelings for him. But the day I decided to give up on my old world and accept Edwin's, just to be with him forever, Rosaline arrived, and I became the discarded obj

“That’s worse.” She summoned a weak smile. “I’m still here.” “You almost weren’t.” She lifted her hand, pressing her palm to his cheek, grounding him. “You kept me here.” Something raw flickered across his face—fear pressed against devotion, pain pressed against relief. He leaned into her hand, his breath shaking out against her wrist. “You shaped a world,” he whispered. “And you’re worried about me holding you upright.” “You holding me upright is what kept the world from collapsing,” she murmured.

“You came.” He laughed breathlessly. “Of course I came! You vanished into a golden storm and turned the city into… whatever this is!” She smiled faintly. “You don’t understand, do you? It’s not the city that changed. It’s the world.” He looked around, trying to process the impossible. “You merged with the Sovereign, didn’t you?” “Yes,” she said softly. “But not how you think. It wasn’t control. It was… understanding. Harmony.”

When Celia Moore was dying of liver failure, I signed the living-donor consent form and gave her my right liver lobe, nearly sixty percent of my liver, to save her. The independent evaluation doctor asked me again and again whether anyone had coerced me. Through the glass, I could see Adrian Grant standing at the end of the hallway. He didn't come in. He just stood there, head bowed, reading the critical-condition update Celia had just sent him. I said, "No. This is my choice." That surgery nearly killed me. But on the eve of the wedding ceremony we were finally supposed to have, Adrian was still at Celia's bedside. He didn't leave once all night. I left my wedding ring, the divorce petition

My mom passed away when I was twelve, leaving everything she had to me. My dad cried at her bedside, swearing he'd never remarry and that he'd take care of me no matter what. But six months later, my stepmother moved into the villa my mom had left me, with her daughter. She told me, "I'll love you like you're my own." It didn't take long before my room, my clothes, everything, was taken over by her daughter. I got shipped off to a boarding school and was only allowed home on weekends. That went on for four years. After my father had been away on business for months, her abuse only got worse. She even tried to make me take the fall for her daughter. When I refused, she locked me in the baseme

“They will pay.” I knew they would, clinging harder to him, and in a way, encouraging him. I did not care, his anger fueling mine and just paving way for this darkness in me to see the world burn for all who played part in my abduction. With him, I knew he would hunt them all down. My eyes closed and I let myself drift away into him.