Blissfully Ignorant Novels & Stories

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.

Little did I imagine that one day, our lives would become intertwined, filled with complexity and twists. In the summer of 2008, there was an unparalleled sense of excitement and bustle. During that time, people were living in comfort and contentment, blissfully unaware of the looming financial crisis. They also had no inkling that, a year later, the global financial crisis would sweep through, indiscriminately affecting every resident in the global village.

quiet. The minutes ticked by, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. The gentle rustling of the leaves and the sweet scent of the flowers were like a lullaby, and I let myself drift, my body relaxing into the bench. I don't remember how it happened but I fell into a deep sleep right there without any chaos or nightmares.

“Alright, we just need to figure out the traitors and their plans. While also juggling Sego and his plans.” She smirks as she downplays how big the issues are getting. It makes a slow smile spread across my face. The Goddess chose someone perfect for me. Sure she is blind and can’t shift, what does that matter? She calms and centers me and she’s incredibly smart. So far, her instincts have proven to be better than anyone I know. “Yes, that’s all we need to do. Think you’re up for helping me with that?” She chuckles and squeezes my hand, her thumb brushing against my knuckles.

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.

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.

BLISS I should have known that the devil could be anyone. His groans fill the room as I bounce on his c*ck, his fingers digging tightly as he searches for his release. Me? I don't feel a thing..... Not the pain, not the pleasure. Their touch does not affect me, I am only numb. My identity changed from Bliss Carnap, the demon-possessed girl to Bliss Pyaar, the Royal hooker of Sandy's Club and Bar, in NY.

“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.

and he kissed. The world is full of surprises, and love is one of them. THE END AUTHORS NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING BLISSFUL HELL, EVERYONE!

There is no need to listen to anything that she says; don’t pay attention to them. My face squeezed, I couldn't believe my ears; did he not see that I was in pain? How long am I going to ignore it? This did prove one thing: Engel is self-aware of his surroundings and everything in between but has chosen to be ignorant so he wouldn’t have to deal with it.