Oblivion: Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

‘O’Brien…’ (Your Majesty… What can I do for you? ‘Did you approve access to the MoonGoddess library? And has a sprightly little Omega she-wolf turned up at your borders?’ (‘You know our rules, Your Majesty. No one is allowed access to our library without your Royal seal of consent… Concerning the she-wolf, give me a moment…’) The other end goes quiet for a moment before Elder O’Brien returns. (‘Sorry, Your Majesty. But no one has approached our borders for quite some time, especially not any she-wolves.’)

Brie leaned forward to suck Vivian's nipple while they continued to trib. “I’m going to cum… Mommy, I’m cumming!” Vivian cried out. Brie ground down with force. “Cum with me, baby. Let’s soak each other.” Both women came at the same time. Their pussies spasmed and gushed juices together onto the bed sheets. Bruno was too tired to fuck Vivian again. He had never felt this drained. Ever. It felt like his balls were empty. They collapsed together, tangled in the sheets, sweaty and satisfied. The air smelled of sweat and their combined juices.

Must be a higher official's son. "Nice strategy but that won't work. You will easily be surrounded if you all clump together during a fight.", Clayton is talking about their stance. They must have thought staying together would make them a stronger force... Which is stupid for him. His eyes went pitch black while standing to let them know who he is. "H-hunter ...", One of the kids,probably their leader, finally recognized him. At least they still know what his eyes project. Hunters. That's what they call them. Creatures created to balance humanity and vampires. They are basically halves of each sides. They can eat like humans in a normal basis. They could also drink blood if they feel like i

The pairings had mixed humiliations and pleasures until the women were no longer seven distinct individuals, but a single, broken-in harem, their identities submerged in a shared experience of debasement. Lola lay slumped over the chaise lounge, George’s spend leaking from both her holes. Nora was curled on the floor by the piano, shivering, William’s bite mark a dark purple bloom on her shoulder. Nancy and Ruby were still entangled on the rug, their limbs loose, their shameful confessions hanging in the air between them like a foul perfume. Erin leaned against the bookcase, her body limp, Frederick’s residue slick on her inner thighs. Amelia knelt at Henry’s feet, her cheek resting against

At twenty-seven, I still got that little thrill whenever an antiquarian shipment landed on my doorstep — the promise of forgotten histories, dusty gods, and secrets no one else in this noisy city cared about. “Thank you,” I murmured, already turning away as the van pulled off. The return address was a small, obscure dealer in Rome I’d found through a private forum for classical enthusiasts. “De Rebus Divinis Obscuris” — On Obscure Divine Matters. I’d ordered it three weeks ago on a whim after reading a fragmented reference to a lost fertility deity in an academic paper. Gods and ancient civilizations were my private obsession, the one thing that still made my blood hum. My day job at the uni

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.