The Never Tilting World Novels & Stories

This is another thing I like about her party, it's nothing like all the other parties we've been going to. It's such a chilled vibe where the music isn't loud, teenagers aren't swaying their sweaty bodies against each other and there's no alcohol. I'm surprised everyone is still here and enjoying themselves. But I guess that's just how much everyone loves Ashley, she's such a genuine soul to be around. "He's so amazing," I try really hard to block out Olivia's voice as she continues to tell everyone about Ezra. I ignore the deep urge to roll my eyes at her. She's talking about some stupid connection she has with him and how it's undeniable.

The hall seemed to have been carved out of wood with a fountain in the middle and some strange little birds flying around in the air. There were a lot of other women in the same dressing as the lady leading Sheng Chen and the party, either just standing or leading other groups of people to some places. They made their way to the other side and entered another room. It was much smaller in comparison with some strange marking in the middle of it. On the right side, there was another lady who waved at the party as they entered. She was standing in front of a desk with some papers on it. Everyone moved towards the table when they heard the second woman speak. "Hello everyone. My name is Tsun

I looked down at him, stunned not by his words, but by the image before me. Zion...once proud, cruel, and untouchable, was on his knees. Zion, who had never apologized, never backed down, was now sobbing in the street like a child, stripped of all arrogance. A strange feeling rose in me. Not triumph. Not satisfaction. Just a detached pity, the kind you feel when watching a wild animal finally realize its cage has no door.

Typhon said, the line of his mouth a thin black seam, “teach roofs new jobs. Brick to kiln. Beam to bellows. Ovens in every home.” Rath bowed until sparks fell like quiet rain. “I will make heat speak their names.” “And storm-son,” Typhon said at last, returning to Ghast, whose seven tails had gone very, very still. “You will not preen against the city. Herd it. Unmake straight lines. Let no order stand. When they run, curve their paths into our teeth.” Ghast’s chest rose, then steadied. He bowed his great head—a weather system learning humility. “I will bend their maps, Father.”

CLARA Everything goes silent, not like death. Worse, like the world forgets I exist. The pain, the weight, the sound of my own blood—gone. And then I’m falling, not down, not anywhere, just… through something endless and bright. Light surrounds me from every direction, soft and warm, like the air itself is breathing. I don’t have a body or maybe I do, but I don't feel it anymore. I drift and drift until I see her.

“Lydia, what is wrong with you? I’m already exhausted from my business trip. Can you stop being so childish?” Exhausted? He was out there traveling and sightseeing, clearly having the time of his life! “I’m not throwing a tantrum. What Vivian said was right. Companies don’t need capable people anymore, only well-connected ones. As such, I’m stepping down. I wish you and your company great success.” Julian let out a long sigh. “You still say you’re not throwing a tantrum? I can hear it through the phone. “Lydia, you and Vivian are both my right-hand people. She handles connections, while you handle operations. It’s a win-win.

(3rd person) Five angels in white cloaks stood right next to the borderline between The Dark World and The World Of light. They were quiet for quite a few moments before the leader of the group turned towards the other four. “This is where our mission starts.” Titus began. “These cloaks we are wearing are designed to limit the effect of The Dark World has on us. This way we won’t be turned into demons…” The others nodded. “Are you prepared? We are going to be disobeying the Queen and right now that could mean death. She believes everything her king says. This is your last chance to back out.” He explained.

Taylor forced herself to hold back her tears and left. Shawn knelt alone at the grave for a long time and cried for what felt like an eternity. Rain began to pour down in torrents, but he did not move. The downpour drenched him completely and turned him into a soaked mess. Like a madman, he leaned against my tombstone. The phone screen lit up briefly. As soon as Shawn glanced at it, his face darkened. He shakily pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. The rain had soaked the pregnancy test report. The ink was blurred and smeared, making the original writing illegible.

Thou shall kneel and kiss my feet! “Haera, mukhang obsessed ka na sa kabayong iyan,” Rio noticed, slightly scratching his head. In return, she giggled as her palm covered her lips that looks naturally wet, with moist similar to a morning dew. “The fur that as white as a snow, and eyes that looks like a deep blue ocean . . . ” I smelled menace in the awe drawn on her face. “So strange. Really strange.” The way she speaks, it sounds like a mad scientist who just got her favorite subject of experiment. “And every strange thing belongs to a strange person, Devon Hamian.”

I let the low melody of the music playing over the radio invade the sepulchre of that moment, after all, that's what we looked like. Two dead people. The harmony of What's Left from Three Doors Down resonated ironically, almost like a punch of truths scattered through every word Brad Arnold sang. "It's time for me to let you go, that's what we have to do. It's time to give this up, I think we already knew that. There's nothing left for us to talk about, there's nothing left to prove." Perfect timing, isn't it? Life is a succession of debauched events that play out right in front of you, leaving you only to accept that perhaps nothing can be done except accept the rules of the game.