I Observe All That Transpires Here Novels & Stories

he smiles evilly and orders the gaurds" follow her and remember not a small scratch should be seen in her body" All the gaurds run down fast as soon as possible otherwise they dont know how severally they will be punished for not bringing there madam infront of the President on time

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

All what happens in this world always has a main aim and if life decides once more to give me an exercise to do, then I will try and see what it can give. We are at the residence. Madam Torneur tells me to get down and indicates to me the garden behind the house. I get down very anxious with my heartbeat abnormalities, my wet hands, and the feeling that I may be deceived by his words today. I step to the garden and see him sitting back to me, still looking at the stars. I inhale and exhale, close my eyes and think about him for a while before opening them and getting towards him slowly with one hand in my pocket behind me. As well as I get to him, my heart beats accelerate and I feel stress

This isn’t obsession. This is inevitability. She just doesn’t see it yet. But she will. I’ll make sure of it. A shadow moves. Subtle. But not subtle enough. I don’t turn. “You’ve been following me,” I say. Silence. “Observing.” Female. Calm. Controlled. Interesting. I turn slowly. And there she is. Arena. I recognize her instantly. Not because I’ve met her before. But because I’ve seen her. Watched her.

My hands were translucent, allowing me to see right through them. “Now witness what is going on while you are trying to relive your family die over and over again.” The Goddess stepped to the left, moving to stand beside me. At first, I didn’t know what I was seeing. There was too much going on to be able to register anything. When I started to realize that I was witnessing the danger that the Goddess mentioned, my eyes widened in horror.

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Because I had heard it before as well as felt it. “And what does that make you?” I asked. The figure became completely still. For a moment, nothing moved and nothing changed. And then.....The entire space responded. Lines converged. Distances collapsed and structures realigned around a single point. Me. No. Us. The figure’s form sharpened slightly. “Observer.” The word settled heavily. Not a title but a function. “And what do you observe?” I pressed. Silence ensued and then....The figure tilted again. Toward my stomach. The pulse beneath my hand surged again even stronger and brighter. The space reacted violently this time. Not collapsing but rewriting.

You will live a happy life if your heart is filled with gratefulness and clear from jealousy. *** The toilet lights were flickering. Occasionally, the hiss sound was heard when the light in there getting darker. It was as if to be a sign of the presence of astral beings. They were accompanying the steps of three women who were approaching Qeiza. Aleta—with two of her women—stood three steps away from Qeiza. Her scornful grin looked so creepy under the dim light.

Isabella’s heart slammed against her ribs. “Who’s there?” The forest darkened slightly. Branches creaked overhead. "You feel us." The voice sounded ancient. Not male. Not female. Something older than both. Isabella took a step backward. “What do you want?” Silence lingered for several seconds. Then the voice answered. "Observation." The word echoed through her mind like distant thunder. Isabella shook her head. “You’re the ones watching.” "Yes." Her pulse raced. “Why?” The air grew heavier around her.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"