Oblivious Opposite Mga Nobela at Kwento

Oblivious. She slammed the door shut behind her and collapsed to her knees, head over the toilet. Her stomach heaved. It wasn’t nerves. It wasn’t wine. It wasn’t even stress, though she had plenty of that to spare. It was something else. When it was over, she sat back against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Her heart pounded like a drumline in her chest. She hadn’t felt like that since— Her brain froze. No. No way. She grabbed the edge of the sink, pulled herself up on shaky legs, and stared into the mirror. Her face was pale, lips colorless. She looked like she’d seen a ghost.

I so memorized every detailed part of his body that I couldn’t help myself anymore from looking towards his direction. Ivan is back! He was here again, but he was now with my damn best friend… or should I say, my damn bitch friend, Louise. She was wearing a tube-styled dress in yellow color who made her look exactly like a Burmese python. Now I realized that I had already forgotten him the whole time I was with Aris… like what happened a while ago didn’t happen at all! How could that be?

The doctor was still speaking There was no one. Ben was an orphan and didn’t have anyone except from her .Lilian couldn’t catch a break . Everything was just going wrong for her. " Doctor Samuel!! He's awake" A nurse rushed to inform the doctor .

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.

It’s natural to feel jealous when you see your partner with someone else. What’s not natural is when the jealousy is so blind that you hurt her physically and emotionally. *** “You said you’re inviting a designer today. Where is she?” asked Ansel. He looked around. No one was in the living room but the couple. They looked confused. They stared blankly at the door. “Why are you dumbfounded?” Ansel waved his hand in front of Felix’s eyes. Felix and Joanna came to their senses.

It was a technique that I had perfected as an only child since I always stayed outside my house without a key. The door screeched open, I watched the staircase and saw no movement so I went into the room and closed the door without making a noise. The room was very spacious with a very large bed in the right corner, it had a desk against the wall and there was a wardrobe to the left. The only window was open and from there I could see my house and part of the road. The wall in front of me was covered with a white sheet and that was very strange, I could not help but notice it, I wanted to know what he was hiding but I was paralyzed when I saw on the desk an identical copy of my infamous doll

Theres the human race, an opposite universe, a Transcedent world, a miniature planet, mother earth, alliens dwellings and the Noctis worldlings. Tbe human race is quite classical, yes we are humans but not directly from earth. Opposite universe depicts us and the world at large by having the opposite us. If we are bad in this universe, theres a version of us in the opposite universe which would be good..." Old man Tim paused and Levia stared directly at him with a blank expression on his face before asking; "whats your point old man Tim?"

She felt very small. Up ahead, she saw a house. But it did not look like a normal house. It was not made of wood. It was not made of bricks. It was made of black glass. The glass was dark and shiny. The house looked like a giant box of shadows sitting on the cliff. There were no trees around it. There were no flowers. There was only the black glass and the gray sky. People called this house "The Obsidian." It was a very expensive and a very scary place.

“I need you to know you are not alone in this. We are in it together. Every step. Every decision. We will protect each other and we will make sure no one—no one—can hurt what is ours.” I pressed my hand over his, feeling the steady rhythm of his pulse beneath my palm. “Okay,” I said. “Step one: assess who is listening. Who is influenced by her whispers, who is neutral. Step two: prepare statements, evidence, or even small truths to counteract her manipulations subtly. Step three… confront if necessary, but on our terms. Dominant without showing desperation.”

"You want to expose him publicly." "I want to make him visible," she said. "A man who has operated in complete invisibility for twenty years has no defense against visibility. His entire architecture depends on not existing in any meaningful way to the people who could dismantle him. The moment he exists—" She stopped. "The cautious ones stop looking away. The international bodies that have been finding nothing because they've been looking in the wrong places suddenly have somewhere to look. The financial instruments he's built lose their protective function because the people operating them can no longer claim ignorance."