Un Mundo Idal の小説・ストーリー

His phone vibrated it was Oliver who had texted him personally. (Wendy is seriously throwing a fit in the villa, saying she is hungry and wants to hire a nice and better cook than Betty in the Villa. What do we do?) Adelle collected the phone from him unexpectedly and read through and smiled 'The universe knows that I needed this, they will pay for separating me and my man for 14 whole years' Adelle thought "Damn, Adelle what on earth do you think you are doing?" Zach yelled "I am going" Adelle said

My mind is spacing out and it feels like it is in another world of nowhere. I can hear some beats from the music I am listening but I can not figure out what is the song. I can feel that my eyes are slowly closing. I am trying ny best not to fall asleep but it looks like my eyes already decided that they are going to sleep and shut. I feel myself travelling in the world of peace. - Miss Fatima's POV "Hello? PO2 Lopez?" I said after I answer his call.

I just gaze at him, my teeth prattling automatically as the virus clears in like the snow upon the foundations of the circle, each crystalized piece of water vacillating to its demise in the dim valleys. "At the point when the genuine God made this world, he made me also. He made many workers, constructed this enormous palace, and gave me allies to direct me as I drove this realm. From the outset, there were no difficulties. Our property thrived, supplements rich with feelings trickling from the treetops and Spirits skipping among the green fields. Everybody could involve sensations of delight and bliss as appropriate food. No need to leave... or on the other hand, needed to leave.'

This world is so cruel. ***

It might even be a disastrous war that could destroy the entire planet! As Javier would call it, building a utopia was like having a bunch of fools playing along with a madman. If the madman won, he’d become the sole ruler of the world. If he lost, the entire world would be gone. The only right thing to do against someone like that was remove them from existence entirely.

Possible means he can do it. Possible means Aidan didn’t reject illusion. He rejected an achievable outcome. “What was the cost?” Matteo asks carefully. Aidan doesn’t answer immediately. “Uniformity,” he says finally. “In what sense?” I ask. “In everything.” No war. No hunger. No death from chaos. But No unpredictability. No divergence. No radical difference. A world smoothed into compliance. “It would’ve worked,” Aidan whispers. “Yes,” Matteo agrees quietly. “That’s why it’s dangerous.”

"What guy in the world would ever be satisfied with only one woman?" Kieran stood behind Gwyneth, his expression serious. "I'll make Wyn happy. Marrying her is the best thing that's ever happened to me. "Liana, the men you've met are all the same—they only want to satisfy themselves. Once you get what a soulmate is, you'll see what you've been missing." He paused, letting out a chuckle. "Then again, you might never get what a soulmate is." Gwyneth looked at Kieran. He wasn't usually a talker but had spoken so much today just for her.

Her fingers tightened around his sleeve. For once, Adrian didn't pull away. For once, he looked just as shaken as she felt. Then another pulse rolled across the sky. The golden crack overhead widened. Not by inches. Not by feet. By miles. The entire world seemed to groan. Like a prison door finally beginning to break. And suddenly— everyone saw it. A vision. A glimpse. Another world. Floating islands. Golden oceans. Cities suspended in endless skies. Massive structures stretching beyond the horizon. A place so beautiful it hurt to look at.