Things Aren't Always What They Seem Novels & Stories

Something without a name. Something with many.

“But… you need to be careful today.” I frowned, adjusting my backpack. Careful? About what?” Lucas shook his head slightly. “It’s not something I can just tell you outright. Not yet. But… pay attention. Things aren’t always what they seem.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” He sighed, a faint exhale of frustration or worry—I couldn’t tell which. “You’ve started noticing things, haven’t you? Small… oddities. Things that feel off. Shadows that move differently. Sounds that shouldn’t be there.”

"Dad, let me explain. This is all a misunderstanding!" Grandpa sneered. "A misunderstanding? You have Madison steal Phoebe's trophy and take her place. Who gave you the courage to do that? "You thought I was too busy working on pottery in the mountains to notice your tricks? Phoebe protected you before, but now that she doesn't want you as her father anymore, I'm going to settle the score with you today!"

That’s how I know it’s working. They say obsession is a sickness. I say it’s clarity. The more I watch, the more I understand. People lie. Constantly. They pretend to care. They pretend to be kind. But under it all, they’re selfish and fake and weak. Rotten. Rotten like River. Rotten like Daniel. I’m not the villain here. I’m just the one holding the mirror. No one suspects me. No one watches me. That’s how this works. You don’t hide in shadows.

Me: "Why?" Him: "Do you get the feeling that the world is not right? Everything seems to be a bit off, but you can't tell what's wrong, you can't see through what's wrong. There are times when something will float out vaguely, and then when you try to grab it it's gone again, mirage-like. Sometimes you will obviously feel that the problem is not so simple, every thing, every object behind the existence of something, and you can be sure that many of the laws are connected, but think about it and then messed up. There's so much you don't understand in this world, you get so confused that you break down, it's like you can't see through a hazy glass, and in the end you have to use philosophy to

We always change garments like a chameleon, Whether we are yellow or blue, Pink or purple like a rainbow, Whether we are dark or white like a sky, Nobody can say. This world is sick and every day is a little more. Crazy people are always lying, but it's to hallucinate. Although they think they are always telling everyone the truth While normal people lie and lie a lot without stopping And now that I think about it, this world is subnormal. Well, the normal thing is the lie and it is rare, to tell the truth

Kina is too ambitious even if she tries masking it off with her skillful softness, I would not fall for that besides I could see beyond what she places on display for everyone to see. Women! For days I tried getting into her head to uncloak what she's hiding but it seems Kina wasn't ready to slip out even a bit about her uncle. The oddest thing she said was "Everything is not what it seems," The more I pounder over her words the more I get clouded by confusion.

༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒ The truth didn't come all at once. It never does. It came in pieces, small details I didn't pay attention to at first, things that felt insignificant on their own but started to connect the more I noticed them. At first, it was just little things, things I could brush off if I tried hard enough. The way certain threats disappeared too quickly, the way people who had been loud, aggressive, ready to tear me apart suddenly went quiet.

Not just attraction. Not just curiosity. Something deeper. Something dangerous.

Something deeper. Something dangerous.