She Took Him, I Took Their World Novels & Stories

We were at war now. And I would burn the entire world before I let him take her.

He wanted to be the god of her world because he was terrified of being alone in his. He’s not the curator, she thought, her eyes narrowing in the dark. He’s the exhibit. And I’m the only one with a ticket. She began to plan her next move. Not an escape of the body, but a takeover of the mind. She would stop fighting the dominance. She would embrace it. She would become the perfect, devoted trophy, the one he couldn't live without. She would make herself so indispensable to his darkness that he would eventually give her the one thing he had never given anyone.

"We were going to change the world together and then she fell in love and wanted to keep you and ruin everything." "So you had to stop her," Marcus said. Vanessa nodded. Her eyes hardened. “So I stopped her.”

I thought that she would try to stop me, and tell me that this is too much. “No, Nat.” and her voice is soft but kind of broken. “They took too much from us. Now is time to take back what was ours. I guess karma is a bitch. We were taken by surprise in our former life, now is their time to have the shock of their lives. Take his pack!” she says with a lot of conviction . “In the end he never cared about this pack. We did all the hard work and he was only after power.” And I would hug her if she would be in front of my eyes but I can’t, but I am so proud of her.

Even when she says the last lie: “I’m still yours.” And then— The world ends.

I asked. She soon replied, "Who are they? I have never heard of their names. Are they your classmates?" "They're family." "Babe, is everything alright with you? You're an orphan!" They had truly vanished. They had been completely erased. It was as if they had never even existed in this world. A faint and dull ache throbbed in my chest, but a second later, I had forgotten why that was so. All I could remember was the fact that I had a system, and the apocalypse was coming soon.

I said quietly, "I've avenged you. Everyone who hurt you has paid the price." I smiled faintly. "So, rest now. Watch the sun rise and set. And in your next life..." My voice softened. "I hope you're born into a family that loves you from the very beginning. A family that treasures you the way you always deserved." A gentle breeze swept through the sea of sunflowers. Their petals rustled softly in the wind. It almost felt like a reply. And for the first time since his death, I knew Owen had finally found peace.

Only a weary, final truth. "I know," she breathed. "My world is you." It was not "I love you." It was something deeper, more devastating. It was the full, conscious acceptance of her own captivity. It was the signature on the deed. Justin’s smile softened into something that, in another life, might have been tenderness. He captured her hand, kissed her palm, and placed it over his heart. "Then sleep," he commanded gently, pulling her closer. "Your world is right here. And it's never letting you go."

--- And the entire world Was watching her fall. Or rise.