Graphic Novel Oblivion Novels & Stories

Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it. Secrets are exposed, lies are uncovered and revenge is in motion. Find out how Ella and Elle battle for the position of the superior twin in the second part of the series, OBSESSED. PROLOGUE GABRIELLA. Four months later... "Are you really ready for this Ella?" Martin asks again for the umpteenth time and I could not help the displeased groan that escaped my lips.

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

Colton didn’t even want to imagine the kinds of things Raphael would put Sierra through. “Alright, I’m on it,” Jackson said as he gathered his things and exited the room. Levi stepped forward and put a hand on Colton’s shoulder, saying, “Make sure you know what you’re doing,” After giving Colton a final nod, Levi also exited the room. Colton now stood alone. He went to the bookshelf and pulled out a book. He opened the hardcover and the book turned out to be carved hollow. Inside it was another gun. Colton took the gun and put it behind his back, next to his dad’s gun. Walking back to the wall, he then put a hand on Sierra’s photograph. His eyes turned somber as he stared at her face.

I went to my room and slammed the door and locked myself. "I guess now I know why she screamed earlier." Jacob told them. "My twin loves an Oblivious guy. No matter what she do, he doesn't see her." Bella and Cole told them a bit about mine and Matt's friendship. "Well, that's because he doesn't have competition. From what you told me, it seems like he also likes her, he is either really oblivious or scared to ruin his friendship with her. Or both." "I guess, we should put a plan in motion." Cole said while running his hands together.

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

he muttered and left. "I don't think he's in a good mood, you guys can just talk tomorrow. Bye," Mickey smiled and then went after Jaime. Lilian bit her lips and she watched them disappear into the thin air. She brought out her phone from her bag and then dialled her driver's number. "I'm ready" she simply said and hung up. **** AT NIGHT, BROOKLYN'S RESIDENCE*** Hailey lay on the bed, staring at the paper Charles gave her that afternoon.

A deliberate, electric contact. “Come. The journal awaits. The lily has given us a direction. Now we need a destination.” I followed him out of the solarium, the scent of flowers clinging to my skin. Gloria’s warning echoed in my mind. 'An obsession can be a shield, but it can also be a snare.' I had felt the walls of the snare from the beginning. But now, for the first time, I was beginning to see how I might weave my own threads into it. He thought he was the only one giving rewards.

The first thing that struck you about The Hollow wasn't the smell of stale beer or the dim lighting, but its brutal, unapologetic honesty. It didn't bother pre- tending to be something it wasn't, laying its sins bare for anyone who dared to look. The sticky "oors, scarred by countless boots and forgotten dreams, told a story all their own. Each scu# and stain was a testament to spilled drinks, broken promises, and the weight of too

Images flooded my senses, overwhelming and overpowering in seconds. I see people I've never seen before suddenly become familiar. Moments I've never experienced speak to me like part of my life. Voices. Fire. Blood. Collapsing and folding against themselves. And then, for a moment, it all goes quiet. A second. A fraction of it. Until it shifts. The winds force me down. Gravity multiplying while the heavens push me closer to hell. My claws sink into the earth. Electricity coursing through the entire plains like a shockwave beyond imagination.