Blissful Ignorance Novels & Stories

“It’s the last, the last one.” Olive, in a state of blissful ignorance, found herself inadvertently treading upon the soft expanse of the bed with her delicate feet, elevating her waist to a lofty height. The predicament lay in her fervent desire to escape the overwhelming sensations that engulfed her being to the extent that her head spun with dizziness. Alas, her attempts to flee were in vain, for his commanding touch guided her every move, rendering her body utterly submissive.

They were mere pawns in my grand scheme, and their ignorance only served to fuel my amusement. The truth was hidden behind my enigmatic gaze, a secret that only I held. They saw a ruler who lavished them with gifts and kindness, a leader who brought prosperity to their lives. But beneath the surface, I was the puppet master, manipulating their perceptions, orchestrating their lives to suit my own desires. As the whispers trailed in my wake, I reveled in their ignorance. They did not know the lengths to which I would go to maintain my control. They could not fathom the darkness that lay within my heart, the depths of my hunger for power and dominance.

I wanted to understand how she could remain so oblivious, but I suppose ignorance really is bliss. If only I could join her in her obliviousness. If only I didn't have to see the truth of our situation so clearly. But I do see, and I cannot un-see. So I will brace myself, as she said, and prepare for another round of hell-bent games. There is no other choice.

Bliss: The highest degree of happiness, especially spiritual joy; perfect felicity; supreme delight; extreme happiness; ecstasy. Tessa When I woke up on top of my boyfriend I was feeling the familiar coldness of his body. The perfect part of being with a vampire is that they don't get to see how you wake up in the morning, or the afternoon. Cause despite what the movies portrayed, women did not wake up in full makeup. No, we'd go all panda eyes if we don't wash our faces before we go to bed. And don't start with morning breath, ugh... I can't, just don't even try.

I floated above them, silently watching the chaos unfold in the hospital. It was strange. Death had stripped away all my emotions. I felt nothing—just stillness. Clara clutched her swollen cheek in shock after the slap. When she realized I was really gone, disbelief flickered across her face. But soon, she started sobbing and defending herself, "Fine! I admit I didn't really know how Adeline had been living these past few years. "But I wanted to believe she was happy. That's why I said she was eating well and having a good time. What was I supposed to do? Curse her and say she was dying?

and smashed his lips against hers. . . . . From hating someone from their hearts, their love was even grander than they could imagine that the hatred vanished in front of it. Sometimes saying ‘I love you actually didn’t seem enough to tell how much they loved each other. But maybe their eyes could speak a language of their own. His life was no longer his, and she couldn’t live a life without him. They were too good for each other but very bad for everyone else. But despite 100 problems all they needed was just that one reason to be with each other. This bliss was inevitable. The truth they couldn’t run away from. Maybe they even hated each other just to fall in love with each other….cause

Anna unwrapped my gift and the moment her eyes fastened on what I had gotten her for her birthday, her entire counterance changed, and she asked me, " what is this?" " What! Don't you like it?". I asked her, grinning at the end of the statement . She didn't seem to like the fact that I got her lingerie. Wasn't she the same person that kept on yapping about her likeness toward sexual fantasies and a lot of things happened afterwards _ I've seen and heard what Anna likes, she's a freak but only true to cover up for that she's married and will soon have a baby bht with me? I might sound as pleasing as the other shitty people who I've done this, it's so annoying that it takes someone who's grown

Rhys was sleeping peacefully in his basket, which was beside Rye. "Read the phrases repeatedly until you find the light. Holding grudges is heavy to the heart. It darkens our vision," Gillian articulated reflectively. "They became bulky baggage that you have to haul behind you through the years." "Yes. We have only one chance to live. Live life with love and kindness," Genova supplemented generously. "I still couldn't forget his evil face when he bashed my head with a baseball bat!" Jamil expressed his suffering. "Oh, Jamil!" Genova soothed his husband's pain by stroking his back.

It was just too perfect, that scene, that shared intimacy. It would be a shame if ever they were related. He started to hit harder, faster - squeezing her breasts as the thoughts wrecked him of all sanity. He would spill in her and put a shame on fate. Brianna was not his mother and she would never be his mother. "Yes, yes, harder, harder," her voice cooed softly as his arm choked around her neck. And just as the tide came, his seeds exploded in the depths of her. She was just too sweet for him, he kissed her neck as she shook slightly in his arms overwhelmed by the pure, raw taste of orgasm.

He makes a muffled sound with his lips pressed to my clit, and the vibration bursts through me like liquid ecstasy. The erotic sounds of his tongue thrusting and ramming into my throbbing wet and slippery folds had me fisting my fingers. I threw my head back and shot my eyes as wave after wave of pure bliss surge through my body. I cry out again, distantly noticing the conversation outside the door falls silent, but I’m too far gone to care now. Sixteen more seconds.