The World Is Not Enough Novels & Stories

I sipped the apple juice of and alcohol I had no choice but to drink. "It doesn't matter when it's going to happen, all that matters is how we stop it," He grabbed a bottle and chugged it in one go, the news of the end of the world seeming to stress him out. I sighed as I placed my glass on the table, leaning back in my seat and putting my feet up on the table, "Relax, will you? There will be someone who will be able to stop her if when needed. In this world, there will always be an equal number of good and bad, never one without the other. It's what keeps the universe balanced, you know."

It’s just that he’s better aware of how society works than an average person. ‘These things were merely world possessions. Many people in the world are racing with time in order to achieve success, compete with each other throughout a huge portion of their lives, and keep their eyes on everything every day just in case something were to happen. They are the most tired people in the world. ‘We don’t need too much of everything. Having ample of the basics of life is good enough for most of us humans. After all, one can’t bring all these worldly possessions with them when they die. The best that we can do is to pass them down to others.’

ADAM: " I don't deserve Elizabeth. " I said silently as I opened the door to where the drinks were kept. Shawn was right, I was a player and I can't just change all of a sudden. What if its just lust, what if I'm sexually attracted to her and I think its love. What if I just have to bang someone, its been a while I haven't had sex in weeks just because its her I can't seem to get out of my head. What if I just need to get laid, Shawn is right, I'm bad news for Elizabeth. I don't deserve her.

PART ZERO FORTY-EIGHT Not all worlds end in a crash of buildings and airplanes, in smoke and ruins and meteor showers. Some worlds come apart one humiliating crack at a time. And no matter how hard you fight, nothing can stop it. So, at the almost-end, you’re left helpless, more exhausted than you’ve ever been, questioning how it came to this. These thoughts tightened the knot in Adrian Bonner’s stomach. Some things he didn’t want answered. He studied his reflection in the blank computer screen instead, and the sigh that followed came with an almost resigned expectancy. This was his new normal.

I hope I'll be able to take away greediness from them because if I won't, then my efforts- our efforts will just be useless. Show me that everything I'll do will be worth it, my world and I won't even ask for something in return, having a peaceful world is already enough for me. There's no need to find a perfect one. As long everyone's happy, then it's more than enough for me.

Especially the woman in the middle. The princes all looked at each other and then looked at the crown prince. They would make their choice going by order of seniority. The crown prince shrugged: "This prince has no need of any woman at the moment." All the other princes laughed within their hearts. Who didn't know that the crown princess was a tigress? Any woman who became a concubine in her palace wouldn't last more than three months.

We walk together into the long evening, the four of us, into the meadow and the light and whatever comes next. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I am not waiting for anything to go wrong. There is only this. Only now. Only us. And it is enough. It is more than enough. It is the whole world.

I said at last. “You don’t know what you’re asking, kitten,” he said at last, his tone velvet and steel all at once. “That world isn’t kind. It isn’t pretty. Greedy Men and women walk in with pride and sometimes walk out with nothing. And some… never walk out at all.” I held his gaze, refusing to flinch. “Then I want to see it. I want to see your world.”

I hold it and the wildness fills the world, fills the world like it is supposed to, like it is supposed to, like it is supposed to be. The world is full, the world is full and the world is fast, the world is fast and I am, I am and I hold, I hold and I keep and I am and I am and I keep and I am and I am. It is more than I want. It is. But I want it. I want it to be. The world is. The night is. I am. I hold it as long as I can.

"I miss having twenty types of cereal. But I don't miss the loneliness of the choice. I’d rather have this one loaf of bread shared with all of you than twenty boxes eaten alone in my kitchen." There was a murmur of agreement. Sophia watched the faces of the listeners. There was a deep, quiet sadness there, but it was anchored by a profound gratitude. They were mourning the old world, but they were no longer haunted by it. "We are building a world of 'enough,'" Sophia said, stepping into the conversation. "And 'enough' is a difficult thing to define because it’s not a number. It’s a feeling. It’s the feeling that you can stop running. It’s the feeling that if you fall, the ground—and the peo