The World Without Us Book Novels & Stories

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to convey just how grateful I am to every single one of you. Your votes, your gifts, your comments, even your silent presence have helped me in ways you can’t imagine. Thank you so much for sticking with me and for believing in me. I see every one of you and I love you so much. This isn’t goodbye though!! I started a new book!!! Some of you probably already saw it by now. It’s completely different from this book and honestly, I’m really excited about it. It’s about a dystopian world where humans exist for one purpose — to be bred by wolves.

"And that I couldn't imagine a world without you in it." THE END

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

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

"The world itself." "Are you going to start making sense?" Nova asked. "Nova," I said, half scolding and half laughing. Eric stopped walking, causing us to halt as well. He looked at Nova, smiling. "The world is the most important thing, because it is our home and our only home until we figure out how to make other planets inhabitable. Without the world itself, life as we know it would not exist. That's why," he said, starting to walk again, "we need to take care of the Earth. It's the only home we've got. For now, at least."

She questions, secretly hoping to stall long enough to figure something out. “A weapon unleashed by fools with power. It's the reason we're forced to fend for ourselves and eat scrap". The woman stalked closer and closer, while Cole backed away. Sliding herself further up the slate until she could go no farther. "People like you. The 'important people' with all the resources are the reason we are left to die… While the rest of the world decays, you eat, you waste medicine, horde water and fuel”. "A w-weapon did this? It makes people sick? I don't under- understand. What weapon? Who f-fired it?" Cole grips the peak of the slate with shaky fingers. Instead of answering, the woman smiled…

Stay long enough to go to university. I don’t know what will happen. Maybe Jared will find his mate. Maybe we’ll stop dating. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s the one. My person. I can see myself marrying him. A massive wedding. The whole world must know I’m his and he is mine. Then we’ll build a perfect house on pack land. And have the horses on our own little plot of land. We’ll get a few dogs. Have kids. Live happily ever after. But that’s wishful thinking. People like me don’t belong with people like him. I don’t get the white picket fence. I don’t get the wedding and the kids and the growing old together.

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

to hear it. As Chapter 112 closes, Avery Vane-Thorne is lying on the desert floor, miles from the impact site. The "Wild-Tether" is gone. The sky is "Silent." For the first time in fifty years, the Earth is truly, completely "Alone." The "150,000-word" history has reached the "Zero-Standard." "Are we 'Safe' now, Avery?" Maya asked, her voice sounding small and human in the darkness. "We are 'Free,' Maya," Avery replied, looking up at the stars, which were now just distant, unreachable points of light. "But we are 'Small' again. And being 'Small' is the 'Price' of being 'Real.'"

It's just that I've heard so many things about the end of the world and it just hunts me and makes me think too deeply. What if there will be no new era after this? What if we're just looking forward to nothing? What if the 'end of the world' in the book I've read really is true? What if the mess that humans made is already too much to handle that it'll even give up on fighting to keep us alive? No one knows... And that's why we definitely need to succeed for this. We aren't heroes but we can still save this world without those damn powers from fantasy books that really keep on making me wonder but that's just useless so better just focus on this mission than think of useless things.