Beautiful Oblivion Novels & Stories

The coil snaps. My orgasm isn’t a wave; it’s a detonation. It starts deep, right where he’s pounding into me, and explodes outward in a supernova of sensation. My body locks around him, a vice of pure, clenching ecstasy. A scream I don’t recognize as my own tears through the air. I convulse, my rhythm shattering into helpless, grinding shudders as the endless pulses rip through me. Through the blinding haze, I feel his control snap.

"I don't mind him always tormenting himself like that, just wondering if you're embarrassed?" “I… can I see him again?” The voice of the Moon Goddess was much softer. "I think, you don't eat oblivion grass because you still have something to say to him, right?" “If you can help me see him again, then… you take this oblivion grass!” When she finished speaking, she held out her hand, and a pale green oblivion grass appeared on her hand. Magic grass has a shape like a normal weed cluster, with branches but no leaves, flowers but no fruit, and the body is full of tiny thorns.

Esma’s pov Darkness engulfed me. It was the same kind of darkness one would have witnessed during a long slumber, or death. Death? Am I dead? I don’t know. This is oblivion. At least it felt good. It’s peace, in oblivion, in emptiness, without any worry, without any fear. It was just me now. no one to bother me, no one to hurt anyone. I could float in this abyss of nothingness forever.

"Just like fire, burn out the way No one can be just like me any way Just like fire" ~PINK 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ Flashback Dimitri was sitting back in his chair with a picture in his hand of Mila, thinking hard.

I squinted my eyes and summoned the scene my subconscious had woven together last night. I was lying on my back on the forest floor in the middle of the Valley of Cthulhu, with the wooden sculpture of the Oblivion Envoy from the town hall hovering over me, the woman felt like she was on fire, that man was every woman's dream, ever it would turn into a nightmare...until a shadowy figure with one glowing white eye stepped out of the trees. James…, he wanted her just like she was doing. He took me in his arms, spread me open, and fed me his cock while the flaming statue burned overhead.

His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo

My hand finds the wall to my right, the stone rough and cool under my palm, and I wait for my eyes to adjust. They do not adjust. There is no light to adjust to. The transom window flashes once, twice, the lightning painting the corridor in a quick electric blue that shows me the length of empty stone ahead and then vanishes, leaving a darkness that feels deeper than before. I hear the footsteps then.

Marcus, “And Roe?” I paused. Me, “He’s not Thorne’s security anymore. He’s their contingency plan. If Damon falls, Roe burns the proof.” Marcus, “Then we need a new one.” By midnight, the city skyline burned in cold light. I opened my backup laptop, loaded a new file, an untouched mirror of the archive. Hidden in a digital vault under a name Damon would never search: VALE/OBLIVION And next to it, a handwritten message I’d found in my father’s old chessboard, hidden under the Queen’s square. “Control is temporary. Truth is patient.”

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

variable—a value that was mathematically infinite. $$V_{emotion} \rightarrow \infty$$ $$\text{ERROR: } \text{OVERFLOW IN ROOT DIRECTORY}$$ The geometric shapes of the Overmind began to spin violently. The black liquid of the deletion stopped. Umbra let out a horrific shriek as his "Anti-Resonance" body began to dissolve into pure, white light. "You... you're breaking the machine!" Umbra gasped, his form shrinking. "We aren't breaking it," Elara said, her face inches from his. "We're Unplugging it."