Triste Realidad Novels & Stories

But because of this power and struggling for throne, adding my stupidity in the past made my family faced the tragic and miserable ending in their life. In this life, I swear I will never lose again from someone and end up dying pathetically. The end I experienced once, is not where the curtains will fall down. Instead it is where my curtains will rise up and show to them that this woman will perform a magnificent play for them to be entertained. I will be the one who will have the last stand in this second life.

I еnd uр thinking іt’ѕ mе, and that іt’ѕ always gоіng to bе me. Thе truth іѕ, I’m juѕt being indulgent wіth thіѕ trаіn оf thоught. It’s easy tо be thе vісtіm whеn I dоn’t want tо fасе reality. I ѕhоuld ѕnар оut оf it. On a mоrе practical lеvеl, I’m happy hе’ѕ not here to bе awkward with.

I was wrong, I don't know myself. All the facts, I admit it. Is it possible? Could this be the end for us. Game feeling really makes you crazy. This is not die conscience. This is my passion. Ket's see together. We are trapped. I cry. ******

It won't happen again since I won't let us meet anymorr. "Thank you," she sincerely said although it really feels fake. "Seriously, what messed up your mine?" I went back to reality when I heard Azaia's voice. I looked at for a moment and a fake smile crept into my face. "I'm scared of being played, Azaia. He fucked and planned to impregnate me even though he's already in a relationship. Isn't he an asshole? I'm scared that he's trying to take revenge about something he thought I did when it didn't even happen," I explained.

I said, my voice thick with emotion. "Because you were safe," she said, finally looking up to meet my gaze. But there was no joy in her eyes—only a profound, crushing sadness. She looked at my tailored suit, the raw power vibrating through my frame, and the sheer luxury of the vehicle surrounding us. "But that was the mist, Alpha. This is the real world." She let out a small, hollow breath, shaking her head. "Reality breaks dreams." The phrase hung heavily in the air between us, colder than the winter pine scent expanding through the car.

⸻ Nox laughed. A soft laugh. A sad laugh. 😢 ⸻ “Reality is never ready.” ⸻ Then he looked around. At the broken worlds. At the collapsing Archive. At the suffering. At the wars. ⸻ And his smile disappeared. ⸻ “Look at them.” ⸻ “They’ve been suffering for ages.” ⸻ Silence. 💀 ⸻ “I’m not here to destroy reality.” ⸻ Everyone froze. 😨 ⸻

Even terrible truth. "Together," Echo said gently. "I must tell you something. Something difficult. Something painful. Something true. The scientists have no cure. Have no solution. Have no method to separate you. They tried everything. They failed completely. They cannot undo forced merger. Cannot separate incompatible consciousnesses. Cannot free you. There is no cure. There is no solution. There is no hope of separation. I am sorry. I am so sorry. But that is truth. That is reality. That is what is. There is no cure. Your hope is futile. Your waiting is pointless. Your enduring is unnecessary. There is no cure. I am sorry. But you deserve truth. Deserve reality. Deserve to know. There is

“Come on, don’t be.” "And now? How do you feel?" He paused. Then he smiled faintly. “I don’t know. Mixed feelings, maybe. A bit of excitement... and sadness. I really don’t know.” The video ended. The room was dead quiet. Tricia’s jaw was open. Her fingers clutched my phone like she was about to break it in half. “What the fuck did I just watch?!” I stared at the floor, wiping my face again. “The reality,” I whispered. “Jayden never loved me. I was just a joke to him. A game. A fucking target.”

my voice quavered. Janus exhaled, leaning against the back of the chair again. “There is no reality.” I looked at Janus, confused. “What do you mean?” “My dead family is a reality for me, but not for others. They don’t see them, they don’t hear them. Meanwhile, your dreams, your nightmares are a dimensional reality for you, but not for me. Because I don’t see or hear them. So, what exactly is the reality? This world? This society? What if you are dead and this world you see is an illusion your mind has created to make you feel as if you are alive?”

Heat and pressure and the desperate certainty that this might be the last time. After, they lay tangled. Breathing hard. Reality seeping back. "We're terrible people," Trina whispered. "The worst." "Hope deserves better parents." "She got us. That's the tragedy." She laughed. Actually laughed. "How is this funny?" "Because we're flying toward probable death and we just had sex in a storage closet like teenagers. We're absurd." "We're human." "Barely." He held her tighter. "If we survive tomorrow, if we somehow win, what happens to us?"