Realidad Deseada Novelas e Histórias

Reality fractures around the boundary Not from rage From desperation The system reaches toward me again Loneliness pouring through the connection Fear of abandonment Need And suddenly The being beside us reacts violently for the first time Its form destabilizes instantly. My eyes widen Because I feel something impossible from it too. Jealousy The presence stares toward the system And for the very first time Its voice carries emotion openly “It seeks to keep what it values.” A pause. Then “I understand this impulse.” Reality trembles. Because now The thing beyond existence has started wanting something too

Her body was drenched with sweat, her sheet soaked, as she was wet already because of Samuel. "How can I get intimate with Samuel Kingston of all people?" Helen face-palmed. She couldn't believe that she was now dreaming about Samuel. Helen dreaded her dreams because she knew they came to pass. It was inevitable, and she became afraid as her body shivered at the thought of Samuel kissing her heavily like he did in her dreams. She recalled how his eyes had shamelessly raked over her body. Desire was clearly printed in his eyes. His voice was hoarse, and she was nervous around him. "Snap out of it, Helen. I got to bath!" She jumped out of her bed and went to shower, trying not to think too muc

My eyes darted toward him on instinct, checking if he was waking up, checking if he was safe, checking if this glitching nightmare could somehow touch him. He slept on, unaware, his fingers curled loosely beside mine. “Dream’s influence? You mean his choices?” I asked. The system buzzed loudly, like a dying engine trying to restart and failing. “Dream’s wish conflicts with reality.” I froze. A hollow ringing echoed in my ears. “What wish?” I whispered.

Something that made previous understanding seem naive through revealing scope transcending anything we'd imagined. Cole wasn't trying to reshape reality. He was trying to merge realities. All realities. Not just otherworld and Silverwood. Every reality. Every dimension. Every possibility. Creating unified existence where all versions collapsed into single state. Where infinite potential became singular certainty. Where everything that could be became everything that was through eliminating separation making distinctness possible.

SURREAL. Having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre, dreamlike, or fantastic; seemingly detached from reality. Anna’s life had fractured into two distinct realities: the private, intense, and ethically questionable relationship with Dylan, and the public, professional role as the director’s "girlfriend." Returning to work, she found herself inhabiting a dreamlike world where her identity as a dedicated doctor was now overshadowed by her celebrity status, making every interaction feel bizarre and detached from the professional life she once knew.

She came close to me and patted on my back 'You okay' she asked with concern. Her actions brought me back to reality. I keep getting these dream sequences now a days from my childhood memories. 'Nothing much just thinking about a drean I just had' I answered with no emotions 'Dreaming about your Prince on a white horse?' she asked giving me a playful smile.

Well yeah… “Will it be so bad?” “Oh my god…” “You will have everything your heart desires…” “I am good thank you… Do not need to sleep with you and your brother to have what I want. I have everything I could ever want… You haven’t even thought it through Tristan. I am not an object… I don’t want to be owned… I don’t want to be brought… I have enough to make me happy.” And that there was the issue. He could not buy her…

It’s all I want to smell. I close my eyes and just breathe it in. For one second, I can pretend. I can pretend she’s here in this room with me, right now. I can pretend she wants me here, in her private space. I can pretend I belong here, with her. I can pretend she chose me.

Len announced, his voice snapping the tension in the car. I felt it immediately. As a rogue, crossing into a formal territory is like walking into a wall of static. The Pack Link—the invisible psychic tether that bound Len to his people—was thick here. It felt like a thousand eyes were suddenly pressed against my skin, weighing my worth and finding it wanting. Khanna must have felt the shift in my energy. She reached out, her fingers lacing through mine. Her touch was the only thing keeping me from jumping out of the moving vehicle and running back to the neutral zones.