Blissfully Ignorant Novels & Stories

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.

Lorenzo asked in one breath. "I-I do but Lorenzo you have to understand. I-I don't want to pass on these messed up genes to a poor innocent child. I c-can't." Bonnie whispered. "Bonnie-" he cupped her face. "-it's not your fault, okay. It's not your fault that you're like this. You're beautiful just the way you are. If the baby is also blind, I'll love you both so much. So much." Bonnie lowered her head, resting her head on Lorenzo's chest. She slowly nodded mumbling a small 'okay'

[AVA] A blissful moment consumes every fibre of my existence. It sweeps over me like a cool breeze on a hot summer night, makes me giddy and silly, and leaves me so darn satisfied that if I ever had a last wish before dying, I am pleased to say it has been thoroughly fulfilled. Only, I should have known it was too good to be true. Because the second the veil of lust lifted and the awareness of what had happened dawned on both of us, the bliss that once felt like the best thing that had ever happened to me shattered like a fine china urn.

It means he wants something he cannot simply take. I stand and smooth the front of my blouse. My hand is steady. I make it steady by focusing on the motion, the fabric under my palm, the button at my collar that I check with two fingers. These small rituals of composure are not performance. They are the machinery I have built to move through moments when I do not know what is coming.

I try to focus on my steps or the sound of the city at night, but it’s useless. As the cold breeze brushes against my skin, I hug my arms around myself as a shield. I suddenly feel so small, like I could just disappear into the cracks in the sidewalk and no one would notice. Everything feels like a mess now. I wish I could return to the time when I was clueless about everything—times when Damien would look at me like I was the most treasured treasure that’s ever been found on earth like he could see no one else but me. I scoff bitter knowing I can never go back. As much as ignorance is bliss, it is just as bad as a disease. “Hello, Princess.”

He sticks in my folds and drags, pulling it out until it thins out like a flapped wing. “Does your sister know you're not the saint she preaches about?” I choke on a laugh as I try to contain the sweet feeling whatever he’s doing brings to my body. My lust soul. “Ignorance is bliss, don't you think?” He pulls out and lets go! The dirty folds slaps back, but not as innocent as it was. It remains spread out on my pussy like a ripped flower. Every nasty spot has a dirty wish. One only his tongue can fulfill.

“Is someone all worked up?" Anna again only whimpered in reply, desperately trying to rub her thighs together. Will kneeled down in front of her, allowing his breath to hit her soaking wet pussy. She moaned, trying harder to free herself. But it didn’t help. He smirked and blew harshly on her clit, earning a yelp. Will laughed again and stood up. He removed the plug from her ass and turned it off. Placing it aside, he removed the blindfold, staring into her big brown eyes.

(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.

"An enhancement. Look around, Bima. Everyone is happy. Everyone is satisfied." He swept his hand across the room. Indeed, the other patrons were slurping their noodles with evident pleasure, their faces blissful, their eyes slightly vacant. The hum, Bima realized, was affecting everyone, but only those attuned to it, like his group, perceived its insidious nature. "They're not happy," Riska whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "They're programmed." "A matter of perspective," the man countered smoothly. "Ignorance, after all, is bliss. Especially when paired with peak gastronomic performance."