The World Isn't Wrong It Just Is Novels & Stories

Selena asked. She kept blabbering. But was she wrong? I asked myself. She wasn’t. To put it in a good way, she was correct. The world wouldn’t do without those furious emotions. A world where only love, peace, and soothing exist would be boring. There won’t be punishments for any wrongdoings. And that was the real disaster.

"Do you believe you can contradict who you are, tiny vessel? You can't change your nature. You were made for this." "Made for what?" I demanded, my voice rising. The beast cocked its head as if evaluating me. "To unmake the world." The words hit me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs. Unmake the world? Is that what this was about? Was I some kind of weapon designed to destroy everything I'd known? "No," I replied, shaking my head. "You are wrong. I decide who I am. "Not you." The thing gave out a guttural chuckle, its appearance wavering as it drew closer. "Oh, kid. You have no clue what you’re up against."

"I’m really, really scared. Every time I start to feel happy or comfortable—every time I think I can breathe—something worse happens. It’s like the universe is waiting for me to let my guard down just so it can strike again." ​"No, Vivienne. Don’t be like that," Chloe said firmly, stepping into her line of sight. "Don’t make suffering your fate. It was never your fault—the way you were treated, the things they put you through. That wasn't destiny; that was the cruelty of men. And those men are gone."

The clear voice rang out quickly, she took a deep breath and added: "Tell me, what are you going to do to help me get back to the real world, and what do I need to do next?" The other side did not seem to be surprised at Adela's quick answer, he smiled lightly: "In front of you is the setup and operation of this world. Its purpose is...to help you get through. five random worlds to return to reality." "Five random worlds?" Adela looked at the white screen in front of her eyes that was lit up with words like a computer screen, she bewilderedly asked if it was not because she was startled to find that this world was actually created because of her. Because she or not is no longer important? Wh

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

Nadia was gripping my arm with both hands. She had not said much since we got out of the car. She had done the thing she did when she was holding herself together by sheer force of will which was press her lips very flat and breathe through her nose and not make eye contact with anyone including me. Her mascara was already doing something suspicious in the corner of one eye. I said: "Don't." She said: "I'm not." I said: "Nadia." She said: "I'm absolutely not, I'm fine, this is fine, everything is completely fine." She wiped under her eye with one finger. "This is just allergies."

I asked her,then looked at Brandy she shook her head at mika " girl you tripping, we ain't killers we just rob and steal, don't be having that kind of mentality it's just wrong, we ain't God..we don't determine when somebody's life gon go to hell or heaven dang, this boy got you going cray cray" Brandy said annoyed " know what I'm out of here, i'll be back later on, don't be thinking like that no more Mika" she told mika " I hear yal aight dang,it was just a suggestion " mika said

Jaime Barthes was the only son of the wealthiest family in Hartow City. Ever since he was a child, he could have anything he wanted. On his fifteenth birthday, he fell for Eden Hawthorn the moment he first saw her. Right then and there, he boldly declared, "She belongs to me, and nobody should ever think about touching her!" During the entire decade of their marriage, he was obsessively protective of her. She was forbidden from any kind of interaction with men, and she had to employ the help of her assistant for something as mundane as handing a report to a male colleague. Everyone assumed this was simply Jaime's love language. One day, he caught a terminal disease. The entire nation fr

Sebastian follows suit. “You can never be too old to play. Just like in love. You can never be too old to fall in love. The world just wouldn't agree on that because they always oppose things that make one happy. That's what makes the world a crazy place to live in. It's not the world itself that's toxic, it's the residents. The same residents that call themselves human, yet they do not act humane at all,” he quotes, something I believe is abnormal for a physically beautiful man like him because I have always believed that handsome men are basically arrogants. A smart word from a smart guy.

I complied, opening a random page toward the center of the book and skimmed through those words. "The world is a mixture of black, white, and gray. My world is simply a mixture of black and white. Some have done the punishing. And those that will be punished. Which side do I fall on? Black or white? To be punished or to do the punishing? To fight for what's right or to see my death without a fight?"