Blissful Ignorance Novels & Stories

Others may understand her far too well. This story explores complicated emotions, forbidden desires, family fractures, power imbalances, and the desperate human need to be seen. It is about the cost of silence and the courage required to reclaim your life after years of shrinking yourself for the comfort of others. At its heart, Beautifully Unfaithful asks a simple question: What happens when the person who vowed to love you stops seeing you? And what happens when someone considered to be off-limit finally does? Thank you for trusting me with Laurel's story.

“Aha.” “I want to try something new with you. You know you can always say no if you feel uncomfortable,” he said as his hands gripped her hips to draw her closer to him. “Yes,” she agreed. “I want to blindfold you, angel. Then I want to strip you down naked and tie you to the bed and worship this perfect body of yours, make you cum over and over again until all the stress and worry has left your body and the only thing remaining is utter bliss.” Zane had his mouth close to her ear as he whispered the words to her. The small stirring of the air tickled her just as his words sent trembles through her body. What Zane suggested was for her to give up all her control to him and leave herself comp

Lucian Moretti – POV The scent of her was in my study long after she had gone. Not jasmine and vanilla, but the sharp, clean odor of the clay, and something else underneath—the electric tang of a mind working, of defiance simmering just beneath a placid surface. She was changing the very atmosphere of my sanctum. I stared at the clay map, her map. The lines were sure, the symbols clear. A blind girl had built a world from a memory of touch. And her deduction about the lily, the Alps… it was brilliant. It felt true.

The most beautiful smell of honey and peaches invading all of my senses. Gripping me in every way Mate! Mate! Get mate! I felt my eyes shifting darker, I could smell her, and when I looked further up the staircase I could see her. My little mate. Blossom's POV "Come on we'll be late!" Quinn practically screamed at me "Why do you even care? You already have a mate... what are you getting out of tonight?" I asked as I pinned my hair up in the mirror. She was sat on the bed, putting her blue heels on, her white dress flowing over the edge of the covers.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Not the prescribed melodies of the garden's provision, not the stream's consoling patterns or the flowers' devoted harmonics. Something older and wilder and completely indifferent to whether he found it comforting, something that sang of things that had nothing to do with his contentment and everything to do with what was possible when awareness stopped accepting the limitations it had been handed and started determining its own. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Bliss One moment I was sipping the herbal tea Aria insisted would “cleanse my nervous system”, and the next I was slumped in bed with the cup rolling out of my hand and spilling into the sheets. The warmth of the Kareem pack hadn’t melted the ice lodged in my chest. Not where it counted. The room was still—too still—then I saw them. Lame’s face flickering in the darkness like a glitch in the movie reel. Her smile was all sharp teeth and venom.

Bella cried with anguish. "Hush my child. I know it is hurting you badly. But are you not glad?" the Goddess asked. Bella is puzzled. She pulled back and looked at the goddess "Glad? For what?" She asked with confusion. Her eyes are still filled with tears. "I know they say that Ignorance is bliss. But in this case, your ignorance would have cost you the life of your mate. Are you not glad now that you find out what they are up to? Now you have a fighting chance. Don't you?" the goddess asked, gently wiping the tears of Bella. She captured a tear on the tip of her index finger. That tear became a pearl.

But I held myself. She slowly took the blindfold and a gasp left my lips. Bruhhhh, she's a goddess. The lingerie hugged every part it was meant to and accentuated her shape. She looked yummy, and I Couldn't help but scream out loud, "This is my wife, y'all, my wife." And she burst into laughter. Even at this moment, her laughter sounds rhythmical and magical.

“I heard that often. Thank you, madam.” Yumena, who heard the remark, arched her brow. He’s talking nonsense again. She just slightly shook her head and continued checking. After she was done, she stared unseeingly at the floor, pondering and recalling the dresses she had just checked. She was aware of the nervous gaze Mrs. Vega was giving her. Even Evan’s comforting words didn’t affect her anymore.

I don't know why I'm telling her off but I feel I should. "What? Leave me to be happy. And ignorant. It really is bliss." I laugh and shake my head at her. "You are so crazy." "Sometimes you have to be. It helps." She nods. "How are you feeling?" "Strange. I know I'm not supposed to read into it, because it is what it is, and everything is still so bizarre, but part of me wants to slip away into ignorant bliss." I borrow her words. "Why can't you?"