The Undoing Novelas e Histórias

February 15th, 2038--Freshman Year-ish "I can't believe I'm actually writing in this. Dear Diary--no that's too cliche. Dear... me? Okay, Dear me: I saw a flier for some anti-New World organization. I thought that everyone blindly followed the established social order. It's probably stupid to think that I'm the only one who opposes the government, though. I just thought something was wrong with me. Maybe a group of likeminded people is what I need to feel some... I don't know, purpose or something. I'm not that stupid, though. I know not to tell any adults about this. What I don't get is why the flier was posted where anyone could see. They probably underestimate the government, but I know t

If he could vanish the Chester corp completely, then this Willis man was nothing. Not only Willis, Devian could make anyone disappear from the business world. But alas! Arien had no idea about it. "I don't care! You need to tell me everything, I'll make that Willis man regret for what he has done." Arien gritted her teeth. How disgusting can this mam still be? Anyways now her uncle was with her. She could take breath of relief now as she has someone from her family. She was thanking heavens for this when she noticed something.

All the more reason I despise this world. Breaking the silence Dr Willard laughs “When I heard about your little revolt I couldn’t help but say goodbye to my old life and start a new. I truly believe we will get along swimmingly. Our ideals coexist...” a serious look stretches across his face “and I would do anything if it meant stopping The Project and reclaiming our world from corruption.”

Sadie takes Sylvia’s right hand in hers as she says “I’m sure that you must be tired from your long trip, but first we need to tell you about Noah.” Sylvia notices for the first time since arriving that the tears are welling up in her best friend’s eyes as an uneasy feeling washes over her before Sadie says “Noah passed away three weeks ago. In his sleep. I didn’t want to tell you in a letter.” Paul grasps his wife’s free hand with his calloused hands as he asks “Sylvia, where is Phillip? Why isn’t he with you? Is he coming on a later stage?” It’s Sylvia’s turn to share, but her breath stops and the words catch in her throat as she thinks of her fiancé who should be here with her on this tr

He felt like he was slowly losing his insanity, somehow this young girl had managed to change all his emotions and it was funny because he didn't mind it at all. She frowned as a tear rolled down her cheek had she really just done that? What would her parents think if they knew? She'd be buried six feet under the ground she was sure of it. "No, I'm sorry." She apologized wiping the tear away. She could be so pathetic sometime. "I-I'm just not ready yet." She was being honest, even though she really wanted him, she just wasn't ready. How could she be? When everything between her and him was wrong. But it felt so right.

Chapter Twenty-Three Destiney Yesterday was a total disaster, I can’t believe someone destroyed my car, who would cruel enough to do that. My parents were not happy when they saw what happen and they were determined to punish whoever did it, but I don’t know for sure who did it, and I don’t know if I want them to even get involved because then it could just make everything ten times worse for me at school and they have no idea what really goes on at school. I can’t have them finding out. I need to be able to fight my own battles even though they should take control of everything since they are my parents, and it is their job, but I want to be able to take care of myself.

"I've got something else to do, so I'm heading out. Message me if anything comes up." Once she was gone, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my texts. The confession Nina sent twelve years ago? Gone. Relief hit me like a breath of fresh air. I checked the class group chat. Skimmed the pinned message. My eyes locked on my contact line: [Dr. Liam Lambert | Assistant Professor, Biology Dept., Avendale University] I stared. Before marrying Nina, that was the dream—lecturer at a university. Then the accident happened. And I got stuck as a full-time stay-at-home dad...

A user with no name, only a symbol: A Silver Quill. ​"CHAPTER 128: THE AUTHOR'S REVENGE. YOU FORGOT... I HAVE AN UN-PUBLISHED MANUSCRIPT." ​Suddenly, the Respiration’s engines ignited on their own. The ship didn't fly forward; it began to Fly Backward—reversing through the events of the last ten chapters at impossible speed. ​"We’re being 'Undone'!" Elia screamed. ​The "Story" was being Rewound.

It stops reacting entirely The void tears open soundlessly. And from beyond existence Something walks forward Not humanoid. Not monstrous. Undefined Every time I try to focus on it My mind slips away from understanding Like perception itself cannot hold its shape. Theodore grips his head immediately “Okay, I officially hate conceptual beings.” The Unmade Speaks Not through sound. Not through thought. Through cancellation “Return.” The word spreads across existence. And instantly The galaxies begin collapsing Not exploding. Unbecoming Stars fade backward into nothing. Light reverses. Creation itself starts undoing.

Feeling out who might be open to switching sides. Mike would start taking on more of the New York operations. Learning the details. Positioning himself to run things when Dimitri needed to be abroad. And together, they'd build the foundation for war. "One more thing," Mike said as they wrapped up. "What happens after? Say you succeed. Say you overthrow Antonio, take his position, use his connections to infiltrate The Covenant and destroy them. What then?" Dimitri was quiet. "Then I rebuild," he said finally. "I take everything my father built on human suffering and death, and I dismantle it. Shut down Prometheus. End the human experiments. Stop the weapons development. Make the Valentino emp