Suspension Disbelief Novels & Stories

She struggled to process the shocking revelation, her mind racing with questions and emotions. Her brows furrowed, and she stared at him, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. Her heart sank, and she felt a heavy weight in the pit of her stomach as his words sank in. "I don't believe you," she whispered, shaking her head in denial. The disbelief in her voice was evident, but deep down, a flicker of doubt began to take hold.

And for what? I swallowed hard, forcing myself to take deep, steady breaths. These inconsistencies in everything were glaring to me, but not to Conrad, who believed in them with all his heart. As I sat back on the bed again, it occurred to me why he believed it without question: Susanna.

Lydia asks honestly curious as she did not know about supernaturals until two nights ago. "We are a secrete to the mundane sweetie, the problem is there are so many novels and movies and series about our kind that some believe the conspiracy theories." She nods her head at Markus. Hmm, makes sense why my grandparents always kept me from screens and stuff, the corruption would have sullied me and most likely would not have had a great reaction to my new world. Indeed Little one, your grandparents were indeed smart, Mary says in my head.

I was going to punish him sooner or later. The men ran after me in their dozens. I knew it will be disastrous if I allow them to get closer to me. To avoid such a disaster I must stop them before they get to me. With a snap of my right finger, the men froze and then, a few seconds later, they were all being pulled up by an imaginary force. They were all yelling in horror! They had no idea what was pulling them up. Their feet couldn't touch the ground, not anymore! They were all suspended in the air. Initially, they were just a meter above the ground but, I decided to raise that height further so as to strike their hearts with more fear.

His voice combined astonishment with doubt; even the words felt absurd as he spoke them. Fred expelled a breath like a cork popping, fingers trembling slightly through his dark hair. “Yeah, that’s exactly what we’re saying,” he said, raw and shaky with unbelievable disbelief. Beside him, Thomas swallowed hard. “We only just found out”. "I still really can't understand it." He clenched his hands at his sides as though to ground himself into the earth. Placing his hands on his knees, Jerry exhaled a deliberate laugh from deep in his belly, both questioning and accepting the utter impossibility of it all. He could hardly shake his head, trying to make a head and tail of what that meant. “Damn…”

My world seemed to be a blur as I lost my footing for a moment. A sudden freeze of disbelief stunned me, and my heart literally forgot to beat. That was simply unbelievable!

I was shocked and sucked in a gasp, but Rick continued to speak. "There is something about facing a creature they don't know exists that changes the way these people view the world. We are powerful and fantastic to them, but we do not appear in their history or their beliefs. It is as though everything they have been told is a lie. They begin to doubt. Soon their ability to discern fantasy from reality evaporates. Eventually they can't function in their normal lives and their world falls into bedlam." Rick took a step back and lowered his head submissively in front of me.

Even as I said it, I felt something in my chest twist painfully at the betrayal of my own words, at the four small heartbeats I was disowning with a lie meant to protect myself from a truth I no longer trusted him to receive gently. His expression didn’t soften. If anything, it hardened further, something cold settling behind his eyes that I recognized immediately, having seen its early shadow in the study, in the garden, in every moment he’d chosen suspicion over belief since the day I arrived. “A coincidence,” he repeated, his voice flat with disbelief. “You expect me to believe that a woman who spent two weeks insisting she’d shared a night with me exactly a year ago is now, conveniently,

I walked slowly toward the center of the interchange where three elevated roads crossed. The distortion was strongest there with every few seconds, ghost images flickered across the lanes. Cars driving through empty space. People laughing. Traffic flowing like nothing was wrong. Then gone, then back and gone again. The headache slammed into me full force. “Melissa,” Jamal said sharply. “I see it,” I said through clenched teeth. “The anchor is not structural, it is event based.” The failsafe spoke immediately “Clarify.” “This zone is not anchored to a place,” I said “It is anchored to a moment.”

How can I wrap my head around all that information when my scattered thoughts are still trying to make sense of all this? My heart is pounding so hard it hurts like it’s trying to push its way out of my chest. This whole situation makes me feel like I’m stuck inside a snow globe someone keeps shaking. I still don't understand anything. “That can't be true. I don't believe—” “I know it sounds impossible,” Declan cuts me off, “but everything we’ve seen and explained lines up with what’s happening to you.” “No,” I shake my head, backing away from them. “This isn’t real. None of this makes sense.”