Blissful Ignorance Novels & Stories

She felt guilty for not being able to say it out aloud. They say Ignorance Is Bliss. There are two kinds of Ignorance too. One is not knowing anything in reality. And the other one is choosing to pretend that you don't know anything. That you are completely oblivious to all of it. For a long time, Ana was choosing to pretend that she did not know anything. That she did not realize what the future held even if he had told her numerous times. But the thing with the choosen Ignorance was, the illusion breaks as soon as someone makes you face the truth that you know already.

"I miss you too Celine." "Huh?" "Hmm? Did I say 'I miss you' out loud?" "Y-Yes." Their conversation has gravitational force that pulled my hand away from the doorknob. In silences, I stared at the door until I heard footsteps coming near. So I immediately walked away and pretended that I just came by. They said that ignorance is a bliss. But when I saw Joshua from afar, I couldn't ignore his expression. He was leaning onto the door with clenched fist on his chest. The man who doesn't blink while watching a dying person is trembling in front of the door.

Neither of us noticed the small red light blinking in the corner of the room. Hidden behind a book on the shelf. A tiny camera. No bigger than a button. Recording everything. Watching everything. Sending a live feed to someone far away. Someone who smiled as she watched. Someone who whispered to herself, "Perfect. This is perfect. Now everyone will see. Now everyone will know what kind of man Derrick Cole really is. Taking advantage of a blind, helpless girl. They'll destroy him for me. And I won't have to lift a finger." But we didn't know any of that.

I huffed out a sigh in the end, but I’m far from done. “I mean I know how the saying goes, that ignorance is bliss but sometimes people has just got to open their eyes and see what’s happening around them and stop being ungrateful brats. Not all of them are but it’s annoying the shit out of me. The way you looked at me was as if I just gave life to someone. “It shouldn’t be like that. It should be an everyday thing that you see. However, I guess a girl can only hope that the future will be better.”

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

A heavy frustrated growl slips his tongue when he realizes that each of his magic powers is being absorbed by Bliss who has stood up on her feet. Noah has no idea that each second that is passing by is leading her to her death but letting her all powers gather up all together for the last time. She will disappear like light after sunset, fading into the time of no limits. “ What the fuck are you doing? Transform. Transform yourself, You bitch!” Bliss shakes her entire body, dusting off the grass and dried blood on her fur.

"Not now," "Please tell me that it's not what I think it is!" Bliss cried. "What do you think it is?" Leah asked, monotonously. "Dude," Bliss held Leah's shoulders. "A hot Spanish Physics Professor and a drop-dead gorgeous female student, alone in an empty building... or worse, his office!" Bliss began to shake Leah by the shoulders. "Imagine all the possibilities!" "Dude," Leah removed Bliss's hands from her shoulders. "Ew." "Yeah, barf!" I yelled at Bliss.

(Isabella’s POV) Bliss. I had never known the true meaning of the word until I woke up in Alessandro’s arms. The morning light streamed through the massive windows, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. I felt safe. I felt cherished. I felt a profound, soul-deep peace that I had thought was lost to me forever.

The tiny needles grazing my skin provoke more moans. The pinwheel is now in play, intensifying my moans, and the whip's sting on my ass elicits screams. As he presses the pinwheel harder against my skin, the whip strikes again. "Blue", I utter, my mind overwhelmed. I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word.

I have no choice but to obey. I got up from the ground, wiping away my tears because the last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me weak and vulnerable. That's not me. I took a deep breath and left the room with my head held high, even though my heart was breaking. I'm Allyn fucking Delgado not some weak bitch. If they want to play this facade, okay. Let's fucking play.