Novel & Cerita Oblivion: Stories

Those were the recollections that would change his life forever. In his mind, fragment memories went vivid. Those times when Erganiv was not yet built. A time when it was just a part of the vast continent of Alegerio. Eleand recognized King Airoh and the book he held was none other than the King’s Grimoire…

singhal ni agent 00015. "What's wrong with that? It's natural you know" sagot ni agent 00020. Sumimangot si agent 00015 at kinalikot yong laptop niya. Binabaybay namin ang daan papunta sa headquarters. Nagrerelax lang ako habang iniisip yong nangyari. Kelan ba sila mauubos sa mundo? Mga wala silang awa. Nag tiim bagang ako ng maalala ang nangyari sa mga magulang ko. Mag wawalong taon na ang nakaraan nang nangyari iyong trahedya na yon sa buhay ko na bumago ng husto sa'kin. Dahil doon natuto akong maghiganti sa mga taong may gawa noon sa mga magulang ko. Isa isa ko silang inubos dahil yon nalang tanging magagawa ko para sa mga magulang ko na pinatay ng walang kalaban laban nga mga walang awa

I leaned forward, curious about every detail. “Is there a fuller story to the legend of the chained wolf?” The words flowed from my mouth in a mixture of curiosity and admiration. The old woman, with wrinkles on her face that reflected stories, sighed heavily, as if the weight of the story was weighing on her soul. “You're looking for a taboo version, young Luna,” her voice is a whisper of the past. “This story… is a darker thread in the weave of our village. "A long time ago there lived a man and a woman who were deeply in love."

Chapter 44. Ana’s POV. One week and 4 days later. ‘I think I’ll be needing a job soon,’ I whispered underneath my breath as I scrolled through my phone. I was trying to see if I’ll be connected to any of the remote writing jobs available. I didn’t want to do this because I had no money or perhaps, either Massimo or my dad couldn’t care for me, but I needed to earn a living on my own as a lady and a wife, not just sit and depend on the cash from my Millionaire father and Billionaire husband. The room was looking littered with clothes all over while I sat at the edge of the bed. I could see the silver lining Isabel gave me two days ago, sitting right at the edge of the drawer. That wasn’t so g

Like they could sense the storm inside her, like they waited for the moment she lost control. Vel’thra nex umbraa… To awaken from shadows. Vel’aruun nex morvex… Do again from silence… The voices rose, layered and chaotic, clawing at her skull from all directions. Whispers, laughter, sobs, screams—all mingling and overlapping. Some spoke in languages she understood; others slipped across her tongue in ways her mouth mimicked but her mind couldn’t parse. The words didn’t just echo in her head—they dug in, scratching at nerves and bones, thrumming through her blood like a second heartbeat.

Liber Somniorum is an old book that contains the mystery of dreams and how to navigate its plains. It explains how the plains of dreams are divided. First is the 'Shallows', a place where you will find yourself at the beginning of your sleep, the outside can influence your dreams and manipulate them based on your understanding, for example, the sound of water dripping outside can be projected in one's dream. Second is the 'Plain of Desire and Idea', it is the largest part of the plains and the most crowded, this is the place where your normal dreams happen. The third is the 'Deep', a place where people find themselves deep asleep that they experience no dreams at all. Next is the so-called '

“Eliza, all the information we could get is here.” Inside the car, Paulo handed me a thick stack of files. The data was pitifully sparse, but then, this was probably all Mark wanted me to see. Lillian White was nineteen years old, ten years younger than Mark. Her parents were both dead, and she had grown up in an orphanage in Palermo. Her social connections were simple and limited. “The Don treats her… differently,” Paulo murmured in my ear.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Mira, whose experience with loss had given her a unique perspective. "We are looking for stories," I told them. "Stories that have been forgotten. Stories that exist only in the spaces between memory." The Navigator's twilight fur shimmered. "I have encountered such stories before. They are hidden in places where the void has grown thin. They are waiting for someone to read them." "Then we will read them." The journey took us to a place I had never seen.

BLAIRE The engines hummed a deep, rhythmic bass that I felt vibrating through the soles of my feet and up the sensitive skin of my thighs. The city lights were nothing more than a golden blur on the horizon now, leaving us alone in the vast, velvet darkness of the ocean. The scent of the lilies and the buttery sweetness of the croissants on the table mixed with the salt air, but it was the heavy, predatory heat coming off the brothers that truly filled my lungs.