Tales Of The Universe の小説・ストーリー

Only the silence of a world that had been perfectly, terrifyingly cleansed. Richard stood up, his legs steady in a way they had never been before. He looked toward the center of the crater. There, cradled in a nest of hardened, silver silk, lay a bundle. It was small, silent, and radiated a warmth that felt like a sunrise. He approached it, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached out, the bundle shifted. A pair of eyes opened, looking up at him. They were not human. They were universes—swirling nebulae of silver and gold, reflecting a history that hadn't happened yet.

He said quietly, “Just be honest.” She typed slowly, “Yes. It is much larger.” Theo’s blood raced. She scrolled back up to admire the image again. He watched, breath caught in his throat, as she stared in wonder. Her wetness had darkened her panties. Another message arrived: “I want you both to consider me ravishing you. Ask yourselves... Does the idea of my cock pumping inside your beautiful body excite you? Be honest. We are adults. Fantasies are valid.” Theo’s head spun. His arousal throbbed beneath his shorts. He looked at Talia, her chest rising and falling. She met his gaze with lust sparkling in her eyes.

First, it was the DNA, then Hope's kidnapping and Ralph's death, and now Alana is nowhere to be found. “What's happening to my family?” "Is it too much to ask for a trouble-free week?" I asked no one in particular as I stared at the stars, which were casting their shimmering reflections on the glass wall of Northridge Hospital, creating a magical and mesmerizing sight.

This silence terrifies me even more. Null are stories, half-decayed myths muttered by creatures old enough to remember when the realms were still being carved apart. Ancient folk lore with little reference no matter how hard I've looked, that seer is now half blind because she tried to look at whatever filth is branded on Val’s soul. I have no answers, and the putrid gut deep feeling I am running out of time. The universe had finally started moving after sleeping for eons and my pet is the catalyst.

Pretending not to notice, I said, "Mr. and Mrs. Newton, this is my boyfriend Carl. He'll be heading overseas with me." "Ah, you're the boy from the Xavier family, right? We've met." Carl bowed politely. "Yes, my father always told me that you were a force to be reckoned with when it came to doing business, so he wanted me to learn a thing or two from you. "Sadly, I only know how to make sculptures." Mr. Newton smiled. "Art is priceless, boy." Mrs. Newton looked up and down at him for a long while, before saying, "I raised Rose, so she's practically my own daughter now. If you hurt her, you'll regret it.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

It was like the whole universe was connected now. "What did you do?" Thorne asked, looking scared for the time. "We healed the wound, " Kael said quietly. "The place where the bad people broke the universe. We helped the old ones start to fix themselves." Thorne showed them a map of the universe. It was changing. New stars and planets were. Lines of light were connecting everything. "You're not just heroes, " Thorne said. "You're like anchors holding everything together.. That means some people will try to stop you."

I could only feel every bump along the road, but I had no idea where I was being taken. I didn't know how much time had passed before I was dragged out of the car and carried into a room. The door slammed shut, and a man yanked the black bag off my head. The sudden light blinded me for a moment. As my eyes adjusted, I realized that calling this place a room was a generous overstatement. It was a livestock pen. The floor was covered in dry straw. At regular intervals, sturdy wooden poles rose from the ground, and to each pole, a woman was tethered. They were stripped of their clothes, their hair matted and wild, with nothing but thin, sheet-like rags wrapped around their bodies.

She got the feeling he was lying. When the teacher arrived, late as usual, he didn't look happy to see the wall-sized mural or the way the students gawked at it. "Who did this?" he demanded to know. "What is this?" "You know what it is," Caine said quietly. "No." Mr Porter shook his head. "Take this down. Now." "Whatever way you look at it," Caine teased him. "The universe is a sprawling, eternal mass of fractal repeats. It's math and nothing more. Close your eyes and press down... you'll see the truth. It's right there inside you."

"Jealousy is a really bad thing and being jealous of your friend is the worst thing that one can do." Looking at the stranger who had started talking to her out of nowhere, she frowned. "Excuse me?" "Yes?" "I am sorry but did you say something?" Taking the two beer bottles from the bartender's hand, he replied, "If you were the one who is jealous of her friend then yes—" Offering her a bottle, he added, "I think I was talking to you." "I already ordered mine.” Raising her brows at him, she charged him. “What makes you feel that I am jealous of my best friend? How can you say that without even knowing who I am?”