The World As I See It Novels & Stories

Its been two months, can't get my mind off her. Who is she to make me this uneasy? It's like am losing my wits(senses). Why can't I just forget about her? Since like forever I have always hated the ladies, why is this one so different? Come to think of it, she is so beautiful, her grey eyes captivating, her lips as red as crimson, her eye lashes so long, her posture perfect. Her hair long and dark, gosh! She is my ideal woman. Won't let her slip through my fingers, hell I won't let her out of my sight, even though I know nothing about her, I don't care. Even if she turns out to be married, I will have her husband killed and take her for myself. She better be single, cause no one has made me

My vision was blurred with tears. Then, as I rounded a corner, a ray of sunlight suddenly hit me. In that light, a shadow was coming closer. For a moment, I thought it was Priscilla walking toward me. Had she come to see me because she had forgiven me? I could almost hear her asking, "Corey Larson, will you be my husband? Will you stay with me, through life and death?" Overcome with joy, I stretched out my hands. "I do!"

"Don't listen to that psychotic woman." Bruce finally accepted the reality when he saw how intimate Aaron was with me. He slumped to the floor, muttering, "Why would you do this to me? Nancy, you loved me the most. You'd even sacrifice your eyesight for me. How could you betray me? "I was stupid to think you'd be a pure, loyal woman. I never thought you'd so easily abandon me for money." I was trembling with rage at his baseless accusation. "Bruce, did you know when I regained my eyesight?"

"Tell her that what she saw... it was the world I have to live in, not the one I wanted her to see. Tell her I apologize for the mask slipping." ​Chloe stared at him for a long beat. She saw the muscular, tattooed man who looked like he could crush a skull with his bare hands, but she also saw the genuine, desperate ache in his dark eyes. ​"I'll tell her," Chloe whispered, already grabbing her gym bag. "But don't expect a reply. Some worlds aren't meant to touch, Roman." ​She turned and sprinted toward the locker rooms, her heart hammering.

“You’re impossible.” “Insatiable,” I correct with a wink. Just then, the world tilts—and I’m hit with a vision. —

Three months after my biological parents brought me home, I came down with a dangerously high fever. When I finally woke up, something was different about my eyes. I could suddenly see the "ultimate beneficiary" of every gift I received. My birth mother came into my room with a bottle of supplements and took my hand, guilt written all over her face. "I know I haven't treated you fairly since you came home. I've spent too much time worrying about Cassidy. I want to make that right." But hovering above the bottle was a line of glowing blue text. [Ultimate Beneficiary: Cassidy Lynch.] She was the daughter my parents adopted. [Hidden Purpose: Get Evelyn healthy enough for next week's bon

he asked. I didn’t hesitate. “No,” I said. “Because I didn’t walk away from love.” I met his gaze. “I walked toward myself.” He smiled slowly. “That’s why this works,” he said. “This?” I asked lightly. He squeezed my hand once. “This.” Later, standing alone on my balcony again, I looked out over the city. No headlines tonight. No scandal. No applause. Just light and breath and quiet expansion. Once, I had needed the world to see me rise.

‘I will make every last one of you pay! She climbed out and dried her body leaving the once-white towel red. Alice bandaged her wounds and dressed in the same clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. The person staring back at her looked depleted. Who was this person? Every time she looked at herself, a stranger stared back at her. Her eyes held no life in them, only an empty shell stared back. She felt sorry for the girl in the mirror. Why can’t this person just get a break? Why does this world hate her so much that it not only tramples on her but pulls her apart?

she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Lila's expression made me trust her. Made me want to confide in her. "I saw the world," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "I saw the darkness and the light. And I saw my place in it all." Lila's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a spark of understanding there. "You're ready, aren't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

It's amazing how broken and miserable it is when I closed my eyes but the moment I opened it, it seems like I'm in a completely different world that I never imagine our world can still be this mesmerizing. My father really did something evil in this world that it became hell because of him but now that his reign ended, I'm proud to make everyone see how beautiful the world really is without someone controlling everyone just for power. Maybe in the near future, someone like him will happen again, as I've said, it will just keep on repeating again and again as long as humanity exists. Greediness can't be helped when people are hungry for power but for now, I guess I should just enjoy the prese