Turtles All The Way Down Novels & Stories

[Link Established] [Unresponsive Host Detected] [Initiating Retrieval Protocol] -BAAM- -KABOOOOOM- A shockwave sounded in the dead of space as the turtle closed it's mouth as quickly as it had opened but something kept it from fully closing as the small, in caparison, comet of life flew into it's mouth and down into the darkness. ******** "I SAID JUST A SMIDGE WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?!" One of the wraiths yelled as unknown lights flashed from everywhere yet nowhere. {Warning, Warning, Incoming Projectile, Implosion Eminent} A foreign female had voice sounded very loud and calm... They have never heard anything of the like before. {Turtle Shells' Prison Power Is Going Critical Please Ev

She immediately turned away from the pavilion after realizing that she was once again catching the attention of the other goddesses that went out of the pavilion and ran towards the direction heading to the Pond of Living. The Pond of Living is the portal that the Goddess of Goodwill uses to communicate well with the enchantresses. It was actually forbidden for young goddesses and even to some other full-grown goddesses as well but she was feeling extra lonely tonight. She was sure that the Goddess of Goodwill was still inside the pavilion, having fun with the others so no one else would know that she had sneaked in.

“And you were gonna keep all this locked away?” The toy hummed in his hands. “Moon-forged,” he said. “It vibrates to your heartbeat, little wolf. Wanna see?” “Don’t—” she began, but her hips arched anyway. Her panties were gone in a blink, and Dren pushed the cool obsidian against her slick folds, not yet inside. Her breath came in ragged pants. “Look how wet you are,” Cael murmured. “She’s practically dripping down her thighs.”

Allison’s sharp voice rang in my ears. “Eric, are you crazy? How dare you push him in front of everyone?” As she spoke, Allison hurried over to pull Aaron out of the fountain, but he floundered in the icy water for quite a while without getting up. It was winter, and the fountain water was freezing. Aaron sneezed several times, his carefully styled hair now soaked and disheveled. He looked utterly miserable. Some colleagues even pulled out their phones and started taking pictures.

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.

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"That's incredible." I laughed, watching as Atlas showed me what he had learned so far. Alette, Atlas and I stood around the rim of a great fountain, bigger than most modern swimming pools. The tile at the bottom was iridescent and shimmered under the warm sunlight. There were fish and different aquatic life carved from the stone that made up the fountain. A stream of water spewed from the top, forming a dome over top. Atlas was currently kneeling by the fountain, dipping his fingers into the water. The stream that spewed from the top morphed into a horse. I could see the eyes and snout from where I stood. The horse was true to size, but then quickly changed into the form of a dragon.

Rhea muttered She asked, "What do you mean? Weren't you here to hold me responsible?" I shook my head to let her know she was wrong. I pulled out a piece of paper from my bag and placed it on the table. "I don't have time. I'm dying of cancer. I probably have about one year to live." Rhea's eyes went wide with shock. "You… you're dying?" "Yes. It's liver cancer. I think I might have gotten it because I worked too hard and drank too much," I lamented. Then, I added, "You like Jack, don't you?"

They were already far beneath Layla when she started reading the articles Professor Grant recommended to her. Even after walking a long distance away, I could still feel their burning gazes on me. “Feeling down?” Samuel asked. I shook my head. “No. I just feel like I’ve deleted a bunch of trash on my computer, and my system has become faster.” He laughed at my metaphor and pinched my cheek. “A perfect metaphor. Now then, since you’ve deleted all your trash, do you want to eat some high-calorie foods to celebrate your system upgrade?” I immediately nodded. “Yes! I want barbecue, and I want it extra spicy!”

When they were about to exit the alley, the guard who had full, pale lips and big, brown, round eyes spoke. “There are three of those creatures -” “Tyronimics, that's what they're called.” “Those tyr - tyronimics. There are three of them. I saw them with their monstrous heads before I came into the chamber to warn you all, and I saw them again, also, when we all ran in here. This is Armageddon, the apocalypse! The world is coming to an end.” With that, he went on his knees in a dramatic way - the centre of attention.