Living In Oblivion Movie Novels & Stories

He reminds me of, well, me—a little broken but still fighting. “Time to make this day my bitch, but no smoking for you,” I say, hopping up out of bed and putting on some new workout leggings and a T-shirt. Deadpool is on the front saying, Yeah, I’d do me. I sweep my hair into a french braid and head out to the den of the house I share with Penelope. Her mom left it to her after she passed away, and it’s in a quiet neighborhood near campus. No one else appears to be up yet—thank God—so I bring up the YouTube channel on the TV for my yoga session of the day.

Not just that, they were human as well. “Holy fucking moly!” Liam exclaimed, his skin crawling at the sight of the poor man, his wife and their only daughter lying in the pool of their own blood in their living room, with bite marks scattered around their body and their organs on full display. Olivia retched at the view, rushing to the restroom to puke her insides out. “Yes Liam, exactly what I said. We are so fucked” Elijah uttered, running his hands through his already messed up hair. It wouldn't be the first time he was dragging his hair out that morning.

Liviana, who, out of everyone trapped, stuck out like a sore thumb, quickly retreats back under her husbands arm in a last ditch effort at finding herself some safety or comfort - anything to get her through this nightmarish day - mumbling about how they should've run when they had had the chance. For once, Blaze couldn't have agreed more. They never should have come here because now they were never going to leave. Blaze and Livi were never going to be free...

He went over to Mickey. "Hey, move away. Let me do it, it seems as though you're planning to take my mom away from me" he muttered. Leah laughed from where she was. She's glad to see he's finally the cheerful Jaime that she knows. She looked around the restaurant worriedly. "Where are you?" She asked, referring to her husband, Sebastian. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT*** Hailey shut down her computer as she was through with the day's work. She stretched her shoulder tiredly and yawned softly. She's suddenly feeling hungry.

Money always talks and I have more than enough right now. My strength was beginning to ebb; my poundings came at longer intervals; my feet beat the painstakingly slow rhythm of a burial march. I drew in ragged breath after another, inviting the foul fingers back into my throat again and again – a demented adult film of sickening proportions. A squeak from rusty hinges; someone was coming in – or going out, I realized. They were leaving him there to die of hunger and thirst. No! No, no, no, no!

"Ah, look at you. So soft-hearted. You're gonna be making plenty of tragic documentaries in the future. Come on, come on, wipe those tears. Save them for later." Behind the camera, William let out a long sigh. He fixed the tripod in place, then turned and walked into the kitchen. Not long after, the table was full of food. They were all my favorites. I leaned against him, one hand over my stomach. "Tell me… what does it really feel like to have someone waiting for you to come home for dinner?" Before he could answer, I smiled and sipped my soup. "Never mind. I was just rambling." [In the Next Life — April 12, 2024, 3:09 PM — I Don't Want To Die]

Is one quiet night really too much to ask? I clasped my hands on my ears as the sounds of moans and groans from the other room was piercing through the walls of my bedroom. This is what I get for agreeing to living in the same house with one of the biggest players in campus, just so I could pay cheap rent. I laid down in bed, defeated. I couldn't even get through one sentence with all of the commotion from the other room. What the heck is he even doing to these women to make them scream all night? Is he really that good in bed?

Amara’s PoV The city shrank beneath us until the streets became thin silver lines and the people disappeared completely. My wrists burned against the zip ties digging into my skin. No one spoke. The men surrounding me sat perfectly still, rifles resting across their laps. Only Adrian Volkov seemed at ease. He poured himself a glass of whiskey as though this were a business trip instead of a kidnapping. He caught me watching him. “You hate me already.” I looked away. “I don’t waste emotions on monsters.”

They guided me to a black limo, one of the guys by my side opens the door and I get in the Mafia king following the other way as the others went in front, the guy who opened the door for me sat in front of me while the Mafia king sat by my side. Fear gripped me as I tightened my hold on the frame which I held, staring at my house my grandma staring back at the limo tears streaming down her face, I feel my tear fall as she turned her back to me and entered inside, shutting the door behind her. My tears streamed faster as I realized I was in the same car with killers, I visibly gulped my tears running like an open tap, I kept clutching the frame hard while staring at my house get smaller and s