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I glanced around, but there was nothing there—just the same desolate landscape of the Underworld stretching out in all directions. But the feeling wouldn’t go away. It clung to me like a second skin, making it impossible to relax. I closed my eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, to will myself into sleep. But as soon as my eyelids fluttered shut, the darkness came alive with whispers. Faint at first, barely audible, like a distant breeze. But they grew louder, more insistent, until they were a cacophony in my head. “Ava…”

He wanted to make this night unique and unforgettable. He went blind because of his obsession! Which has no limits! Her hand grip his shoulder and back, and she dug her nails into his back. Her eyes were closed, tears were kissing her cheeks. As her mouth was chanting his name. Beautiful music to him! After this, He entered himself inside of her with one thrust. He thrust inside of her hard. Her mouth ajar opened, as she roll her eyes. Cuz everything was too much. She hit his back to make him stop. But he was so blind in his desires!

I'm snapped from my spiral when he reaches for the hem of my damp hoodie again, slower this time, giving me every chance to stop him. I don’t. His irises disappear as pupils blow. “Arms up.” The command sends another humiliating pulse of heat through me. Still, I obey.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.

"You are colder than ice, Imman! Why are you doing this to me? You have lost interest in me, so suddenly and you are hurting me again..." "I'm sorry, Ella but some things have to end. If I continue responding with your passion, then I will only let myself go deeper into the abyss which I don't want to. Forgive me for the false hopes that I'm instilling in you..." The pregnant woman stopped. She turned around and started crying. "Please stop, Ella! It is not good for the baby...What if you have a miscarriage...Ella! Turn around and look at me, please!" "Why? Are you pitying me now, huh? You only care for this little being growing inside of me but never have you once cared about me! Leave me a

I grin at him creepily as he eyes me down. The door to the study room opens again and Amanda steps out. She walks over to me and stops. Her eyes glaze over, creeping me out. “ Cursed girl. ” She speaks in the robotic tone, causing me to jump back from her. Facing me completely, she takes a step forward. Her eyes scream knowledge and knowledge always scares me. Oblivion is a gift from Moon Goddess. I realized this the moment I met my mate. “ You must fix what you ruined. ” She states in the same robotic tone and marches away from me.

said Lanox smiling at me. "I could feel you; your scent is exquisite, gardenia and vanilla," he said, caressing and smelling me; he was so close to me that he didn't let me think clearly. "I don't know what this place is; I know in my right mind I wouldn't have done something like this." I told him, confused, looking around me and with mixed feelings. "This is Oblivion Faith, this had to happen," Eve kept saying in my mind over and over again.

[Cara] Oblivion. I never thought I could take solace in the darkness that surrounded me. Where there was no pain, no suffering. Simply an unending swath of silence and void stretching on forever. Is this what death feels like? There’s just nothing. No heaven nor hell. But am I dead? I don’t know. The last thing I remember was slashing Damon in the arms. I didn’t mean to. I was angry at him for everything he had done.

"But there is a 'Black Note' at the edge of our solar system. It’s not a signal, and it’s not a ship. It’s a Vacuum." Sarah touched the Living Glass of the primary console. The 1956 Rose, now a massive crystalline tree at the heart of the station, pulsed with a warning amber—the color of a dying sun. "It’s the Oblivion Protocol, Jojo. The Architects didn't tell us about the 'Rejectionists.' There are those who believe that 'Harmony' is a form of spiritual death—a cage made of music. They don't want to join the Choir; they want to silence the singer."

And my forgiving marvelous had loved her even deeper, I felt it, more reason to why I loved her even more. I'd revved up my engine, moved past my parking lot and now on the road when my phone speakers blared with loud music. I usually use a vibrator mode, what the! It was that cunning Chloe. I took time to listen to 'pillow talk' by Zain and the sexual innuendo in that ringtone had taken my mind farther away and that's how I even forgot to take the call that happened to be from Martha.