Stark Reality Oblivion Novels & Stories

“I have a witness.” “Oh, of course. Here is Ezra Romero's statement in writing,” the attorney grabbed one of her documents and began to read aloud, “A black car with tinted windows was mysteriously turned off by the road when we passed by it and as we drove I discovered that it was an unidentified person following us,” the lawyer fixed her eyes on me again “I have three witnesses who claim to have been with Fernando watching a movie at the same time. Your neighbor's statement makes it clear what he was about to say, your stalker is someone else.”

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

Maybe the guy had mistaken her as someone, probably from the other room. She let herself relax and let Hypnos' straddle her into oblivion. Clayton is stunned when he met her eye to eye as soon as he entered her room in Doctor Jones' clinic. Her eyes looked sleepy when he saw them but he is sure as hell that she saw him. Her blue orbs looked as if she's trying to recognize him. His heart leaped for a few seconds worried that she might remember him as the guy who maniacally lapped her bloody throat.

“I understand. I have one final secret. One last truth that could change everything you think you know about this family. About the entire war we have been fighting.” John’s grip on my hand tightened. “What is it Sarah? Tell us. No more games.” Sarah looked at all of us, her eyes heavy with the weight of years. “The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…”

I deadpanned, letting him know what I planned. He flinched and the colour drained from his already haggard face. “Divorce,” he repeated. “Yes, divorce." I nodded. “I'm done, Stein. I'm done with the cameras, the trackers, the manipulation and the lies. I'm done with you thinking you own me like some property.” He shook his head slowly, and his bloodshot eyes welled with tears. “You don't mean that. You can't. What we have—” “What we have?” I scoffed. “What we have is a cage, Stein. A pretty, gilded cage with cameras in every corner and trackers in my fucking clothes. You didn't love me. You're just fucking obsessed with me!”

After listening to my long speech, Theodore fell silent for the longest time. He might have looked calm on the surface, but he was not that calm inside at all. He knew I was oblivious, but he had not expected me to be this oblivious. He suddenly wondered if I would still think it was a performance if he shot someone in the head right in front of me. Theodore took a deep breath and used every bit of patience he had to lay out the truth without sympathy. "First, everything that happened in that room that day was real. It wasn't a performance."

__ “Evania will be back shortly.” Mrs.Garvey rushed back to Jonathan and informed him she wasn't around. Jonathan took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. Evania was at Graham's office, Thomas’s law firm, she was there to negotiate terms with Graham who had struck a deal with the unknown billionaire, Roberto. “Don't tell me, Roberto Starkov is the…” she stuttered, as Graham completed her statement. “Yeah! You're right, father to Yelena Starkov, owner of Focus Media, who happens to be the host of Lifestyle online magazine,” he mumbled.

Then, she turned to me guiltily and whispered, "I'll… I'll buy you another one next time." I nodded indifferently. I'd heard her make promises like that countless times and never seen her follow through. … At the photography studio, Marcus went first and even took several photos with Jessica. When it was my turn with her, the photographer raised his camera but awkwardly lowered it again. "Oops. Sorry, but I'm all out of film." I secretly cheered, but kept a straight face, saying calmly, "Oh. Forget it, then." As we left the studio, Jessica pulled a train ticket from her pocket and handed it to me. It was a standing-room-only ticket to Lisbeth, departing in four days.

against the "Entropic-Vacuum." These engineers developed a "Stark-Culture." They lived in the "Interstitial-Vents" of the armor-plates, surrounded by the "Hiss" of escaping steam and the "Deep-Groan" of shifting metal. They viewed the "Internal-Worlds" of the Union as "Soft-Dreamers," while they saw themselves as the "Hardened-Reality" that made those dreams possible. They began to "Inscribe" the shell with "Manual-Overrides"—physical levers and valves that could "Shut-Down" entire sectors of the Multiverse if a "Breach" occurred.

They didn't move like people; they moved with a terrifying, synchronized precision. And in the center of their formation was a vehicle that looked like a giant, metallic spider. It hummed with a low, bone-shaking frequency. "What is a 'Reality Anchor'?" Elara asked, her voice trembling. "It’s a machine that forces the world to stay 'Normal,'" Leo explained, his face grim. "The Aethel-Group knows you can write the world, Kaima. That machine is designed to 'Erase' your writing as soon as you do it. It’s a giant, physical Undo button."