Beautiful Oblivion Novels & Stories

"I just found that bottle in the trash. Testing showed that it contained a deadly poison. Just one sip would kill someone within an hour by melting their organs! Rebecca, how could you be so vicious?" But as soon as Nora finished speaking, a cry of surprise came from the crowd. On the big screen, after pouring the poisoned liquid into the wine, I murmured. "Will it really turn sweet? He probably won't notice if I sneak one sip, right?" The next second, I actually lifted the glass and took a sip. At the same time, my vision suddenly went black as I collapsed to the floor with a thud. My family rushed over, crying out. "Rebecca!" Theodore caught me with a pale face and snapped, "Call a doctor!

Stay away, away, away And stay away, away, away And stay away, I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind I'm hearing voices and they're haunting my mind And stay away, I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind I shouldn't be so pessimistic, it was a good thing. Noah would never do anything to hurt me, so I thanked him as he handed me my milkshake. Sipping away as he began driving again. Completely oblivious to the substance he had dropped into my drink. Black out days I don't recognise you anymore

His shout tore from his chest as he came, hot streams spilling over his hand and across his stomach, his body shaking with the force of it. Her climax crashed over her at the same time, her cunt spasming around his fingers, soaking his hand as she screamed through it, her body trembling violently beneath him. For a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of their gasps and the fading echoes of their moans. Exhaustion hit them both like a hammer. Lucian collapsed back into the chair, chest heaving, while Serena fell limp against the bed, her body wrecked. Neither of them spoke. And slowly, their breathing evened out, both slipping into unconsciousness.

The blood slowly changes into cranberry juice for my eyes. I wonder what it would taste like? Sweet? Bitter? There's so much blood. I feel so thirsty. THIRD PERSON'S POV Vico couldn't open his eyes when he took a glance at the corpse. He badly wants to go back home now, but Luna can't even hear him. When he slightly opened his right eye, he saw Luna focused on the corpse. She was licking her lips and gulped several times. He doesn't know what it means, but it was so weird for him.

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…”

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.

"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."