Beautiful Oblivion Novels & Stories

I say, the word slipping out. Silvano stills. Slowly, he turns toward me. His eyes meet mine. It feels like I'm being dragged into the darkness in his eyes, but his eyes are the most attractive eyes I have ever set my eyes on. He looks very violent, like he could destroy anything that gets in his way. He looks back at the Micheal. “Leave,” he says quietly. He hesitates. “if you ever set your eyes on her again, she will be the last thing you ever see” Silvano’s voice is much darker now. A normal woman would have been frightened by now except I have never been normal. He's protecting me. Is the only thing my brain manages to process from everything happening “ He makes a run. Then– Silence fal

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

They know how to spot people that are heartbroken and just give them the best. "Thank y-you," I whispered through the air, hoping that the waiter who attended me heard what I just said. Oh my poor eyesight. I rubbed my eyes a couple of times but it is still blurry. "Why are they too many? They become double," I stopped and raised my brows when it added one more. "They are now t-triple." What the fuck is this? The lights are too bright that it blinded my eyesight. I closed my eyes and slowly stood up. I swayed my hands through the air to know if there is someone beside me. 'There is no one.'

I knew I could never be happy until he returned to dust, to the hell where he'd summoned all his demons from. I was Seth Osiris, I cared for no one because my heart was dead. Dawn's face peaked up in my mind and I pushed it out with venom. She was nothing more than a blood bank to me and if my subconscious tried to tell me otherwise, then I had no choice but to kill it too.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

"Just for you. To remind you how much we love you. How much we worship you. How perfect you are." The sixth orgasm built slowly, a gradual crescendo that seemed to take forever. When it finally crashed over her, it was different from all the previous ones....softer but deeper, rolling through her in endless waves that left her sobbing. And then.... Darkness. Eve felt consciousness slipping, exhaustion and overwhelm pulling her under, and the last thing she felt was her mates' arms around her, holding her safe. *** POV: Damian Damian caught Eve as she went limp, her body completely giving out.

The lines between reality and oblivion blurred, my thoughts becoming muddled and fragmented. "Fuck! I thought it was you! I thought it was you, l-love!" Hours later, the room spun in a dizzying whirl as I collapsed onto the floor, the weight of my despair too heavy to bear. Oblivion claimed me, wrapping me in its cold embrace as the world faded away.

"You look like you swallowed something unpleasant." I laugh weakly. "Maybe the beer." She doesn't believe me. But she doesn't push. Callum returns with more drinks. The night continues. Laughter. Music. Conversation. But I'm not really there. Because across the street, in another pub, a man with grey eyes is probably still sitting with a woman who touches him like she owns him. And I hate how much it matters. Jealousy, I realise suddenly, is a very dangerous poison. And I've already swallowed far too much of it.

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on