This World Is Not My Own Novels & Stories

“I can use the System to revive you, but on the condition that you go back and stop Lucien’s actions that are destabilizing the world. Otherwise, your world will collapse, and he will die.” Hearing that stirred nothing in me. I remained calm as I said, “He and I are over. Whether he lives or dies, I don’t care.” The man clearly didn’t expect that answer. He froze for a moment before adding urgently, “You’re right, Lucien doesn’t matter anymore. But what about the others? If this world collapses, they’ll all die too!” The others?

“You both think I took a pauper and dressed her as a princess—that you’re an uninvited imposter, an interloper, a hustler trying to gain something you don’t deserve. That you’re intruding in a world that doesn’t want you. It’s just another foul make-believe because it’s them who are imposters, not you. They’re all vipers, just like my mother, monsters masquerading behind their money and their titles and their generations-old bloodlines, convinced and convincing everyone around them that it justifies their cruelty, their hatred and their right to trample on the feelings of everyone else. Well, I’m living proof that the world doesn’t have to work that way.” Tears she didn’t think she could pos

Each one was another domino waiting to fall. I pressed my hand against the map, whispering to myself, not to the room: “This is not their story anymore. This is mine. And when it ends, the world will remember not the skirmish… but the conquest.”

Caroline smiled and turned over a card. “Oh, I work with all sorts of instruments,” she said. She looked at the card she had just turned over. It had an outline of a globe on it but there were symbols around it. “Did you know that there are many worlds?” Caroline asked without looking up at me. “Each world is similar, but has slightly different circumstances. Some created by choices of the people of that world, and some by the gods themselves.” I wasn’t sure if she was still talking to me at this point, and I was beginning to wonder if I should find someone. Caroline had been known to talk about things that others didn’t see, and had the reputation for being crazy. I didn’t like that people

I couldn’t ask for anything more in the world than this. THE END

And as it moves closer— As the system strains to contain it— As everything begins to spiral again— I realize something that chills me more than anything else. This is not another anomaly. This is not another system function. This is not something we can fix the way we fixed everything else. Because whatever just entered— It does not belong to this world. And it is not here by accident.

Thanks, brain, I guess. I can hear footsteps coming at me and shouts of bitch you will never get away with this! As I turn to the corner, my ears are suddenly surrounded by faint chatters from people getting louder. A song is still ringing through my earphones as Agon screamed: THE WORLD IS CRUEL THE WORLD IS UNFAIR BUT WE SHOULDN'T BLAME THE WORLD FOR ITS PEOPLE THAT NEVER CARED NATIONS SHALL UNITE BUT WE CREATED WARS I CAN'T BELIEVE MOST OF YOU BELIEVE IN GOD

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

He quickly answered, “Most people in your realm are oblivious to ours, even when they collide. You can see into our world and even enter it. Don’t you get it? When you met my father, you crossed the dimensions like it was nothing." "You seemed to have a foot planted in each world. No one else has ever done that. You are powerless in this world because in order for the magic to work, it has to be believed. Sadly, it seems that no one in this world believes in anything except the church council and their angry god.” Alizeh thought about the past four years, and she was not sure what to do. It would be wonderful to live life again, instead of just existing. But she was terrified.

Second, I am not interested in him, and I think he feels the same. I really don't understand why everyone is fond of owning something when, in fact, you cannot own anything in this world unless that thing or that someone lets you own him or her. We cannot own humans, we cannot own power, we cannot own the throne, we cannot own something or someone... and we cannot own a life. All you can do is to keep on telling people that you own him because you were afraid that someone else might own him too, or that someone might steal him away from you.