Suspension Disbelief Novels & Stories

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.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, couldn’t believe that someone could actually take things this far, that someone could act with such disregard for everything else. I looked up at Dominic, my face filled with confusion and disbelief. My brows drew together, eyes searching his, for any kind of explanation, any sign that this wasn’t real. “How is this even possible?” I asked, my voice shaky, though I tried to steady it with a deeper breath.

James said. Cheryl got up from her seat abruptly. She wanted to check out the Rockefeller manor. Grandma Coney spoke up. “Oh, what is it with you two? Do you actually believe such a ridiculous video? People floating in mid-air… I think it’s just CGI. They can make whatever they want in movies these days, but they’re still no match for the classics like Titanic.” A male voice suddenly chimed into the conversation. “Miss, I’m worried about the young master.”

Many dissolved naturally after brief contemplation. But they created something the system had reduced almost entirely during Total Coherence: Cognitive suspension. A state where resolution did not immediately follow inquiry. Adrian stood nearby reading the same reports. “They’re asking philosophical questions,” he said. Malcolm did not look away from the projection wall. “No.” Adrian frowned. “What’s the difference?” Malcolm answered calmly. “Philosophical questions seek frameworks. These questions suspend them.” That was the threat. Not disagreement. Not opposition.

The Architect said almost lazily, “you cannot win this by inches.” The catwalk shuddered suddenly. A sharp metallic snap cracked through the air. One of the support cables along the far side whipped violently, sparks flying as it tore free. The entire structure lurched. Tristan slipped. A tiny gasp left his lips as the operative’s grip faltered for a fraction of a second. My vision tunneled. Time fractured. My entire world came crumbling before my eyes. I didn't even know what to do at that moment as mh thought was everywhere. The way my heart was beating so fast, I felt weak instantly.

He said softly, looking into my eyes where I could still see some doubt lingering behind. “But as you can see that's us, nothing, no creature or figure here at the moment. If it was truly here like you claim, it should have gone or maybe… just maybe it was an imagination you didn't consciously make up and thought you saw!” He said and there was his disbelief again.

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.

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!

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,