Hsr Obsidian Novels & Stories

children he had seen in the London slums—the ones Arthur had designated as "Trash." The gold walls of the Sovereign-Prime began to groan. The liquid obsidian in the pipes started to boil. Arthur’s marble skin cracked, revealing a core of glowing, orange data. "Error," the ship’s AI whispered. "Emotional overflow. Symmetry compromised." The Obsidian Infection: Meilin’s Gamble Back in the valley, the liquid obsidian reached the moonstone flower. But it didn't consume it. The Ghost-Meilin stepped out of the petals, her silver form expanding until she was ten feet tall. She didn't fight the obsidian; she Infected it. She poured her "Vance Noise" into the liquid, turning the black sludge into a s

It was perverse entrepreneurship. “Worse.” Julian’s thumb scrolled. “Tiered subscriptions. ‘Ice Queen’ tier gets the leaked DMs. ‘Puck Bunny’ tier gets the shorter video clips. And the ‘Stanley Cup’ tier…” He looked up, his eyes meeting Adrian’s, blazing with a cold fire. “…is promised ‘the uncut, raw footage of their first meeting.’ He’s auctioning off the hotel video.”

I grasp on to the label of his suit when he starts to move his finger. “Fuck, Rio.” I was grinding hard on the erection in his pants. “Please.” He slips another finger in and goes faster. “Damn it.” Watching my chest heave heavily, my lips part in low and quick moans, the hunger in his eyes as my body grind against him in the mirror felt like an out of body experience and it only made my orgasm build up faster. “Rio. I’m coming.” I moan. He curves his fingers inside me and presses his thumb hard on my clit. “Oh my God. Rio.” I grab unto the edge of the tub, watching as my body convulses against his as I ride out my orgasm.

Faith's Pov: Once I locked up the shop and turned around, I was met with a sight that made my heart skip a beat. Alessandro was standing there, his eyes fixed on the sky, looking up at the moon. The way the moonlight bathed him in a soft glow made him look almost ethereal, like he was a part of the night itself. He stood still for a moment, taking in a deep breath of the cold, crisp air.

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

"Rei, get the car. We're going out. Take him with us." A couple of half-naked women were clinging to him on all sides when he got up from bed. He carelessly shoved them aside without paying them any attention. While he waited for Asia to wake up, he had tried drugs and women, but if that single person was in close vicinity to him, how could he settle down? Bronze Orchid owned large commercial buildings, placed strategically in multiple cities of various countries. That particular one in Seoul had its tallest point almost threatening to pierce the sky. It was quite tall and magnificent, famously known as the Sanctuary Tower.

I ask Tonya. “I bought it right after I got out of law school,” Tonya says. “It is a cute house. I have seen it from the resort. I have a good view of it from the eagle's nest,” I say. “The eagle's nest? What is that?” Tonya asks. “My video surveillance room, we call it the eagle's nest,” I say. “That is fitting. So just how much of my house can you see from your eagle nest?” Tonya asks. “Well, I cannot see into your windows, but I have a good view; if you ever have any problems, let me know,” I say to her.

He’s a damn Adonis. Piercing, intense eyes are set underneath dark brows. His lashes are long and thick and you’d think it would make him look feminine, but nope. All it does is call attention to the hint of laughter there, as if he knows something you don’t, as if he’s playing you. Which he is. Noah Stark is a player.

Her long black hair spread out onto his arms, covering the pillow. Her eyes as she stared into his was that of a very light hazel-brownish. It was such a light brown, that when the sunlight shines on them, they appeared yellowish. His eyes was a lot darker than hers, but in his eyes. He could only see her and that smile she had for him.

It looked like that there’s a young man confessing his feeling of love to the apple of his eyes. “Wow! It’s really beautiful!” Qeiza spontaneously admired the charms of the sparks on the night sky. The moon—which was still shrouded in clouds—actually increased the charms of the newly released fireworks. All of sudden Dae Hyun’s face with his intoxicating smile incarnated in the center of the beautiful circle of the sparks. “God!” Qeiza blessed and blinked fast. She was rubbing her eyes with unbelievable feeling. She might need to see a doctor. Lately she’s been frequently hallucinating.