Oblivious Opposite Novels & Stories

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,"

Any f**king thing. No girl can humiliate him and then go scot-free.

Her saccharine voice coats every syllable. “Torpor? Corporeal Hibernation? I guess it makes sense, But tell me SISTER what about my other questions?” There were other questions I had asked earlier, still unanswered and she is no sister to me, the thought of her trying to seduce me yet calling me brother is fucked up. I can smell my lovely Azalea is nearby, but I still can’t move to go to her.

She belives whether the person is terrorist ,enemy or criminal , a doctor only sees that person as a patient. she was about to touch the man , a big hand with handkerchief came in front of her nose.Very toxic smell came from the handkerchief that made her unconsious .When she became unconsious , a pair of warm arm snaked around her body protectively and kissed her forehead.After that the man carried Luna inside his car and left for his villa.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

The wolves recover from their surprise and begin to attack me at the same time but Orthros shifts and Levi suddenly rises from behind me to cover my back, sending the wolves scurrying away in fear. The sons of Fenrir have taken advantage of the distraction the wolves provided, sacrificing their warriors to run away, but I halt them with my own power, making them forget everything they know, resulting in them going around in circles, utterly confused, as empty as their hearts that carry no empathy or compassion. “Pathetic fools. I don’t need incantations to use my gifts. I am Oblivion and I am Memory.” I growl. “I will make sure you never corrupt weaker minds again with your poisonous beliefs

Instead, it carried a strange coherence that did not rely on singular identity. “It feels like it forgot how to fight us,” he whispered. Evelyn looked down at him. “Forgot?” He hesitated, searching for a way to describe something that had no sharp edges. “Not forgot like losing memory,” he said. “More like… it stopped separating itself into something that could fight.” Lucien’s gaze shifted slightly. “So the opposition was never a stance,” he said quietly, “it was a structure.” The First Existence stepped forward, eyes narrowed in careful observation rather than confrontation.

I looked at her, at the desperation in her eyes, the obsession that had turned her into something monstrous. She was willing to burn the whole school down just to possess a boy who didn't even want to look at her. She was the embodiment of why this school was nicknamed "Pervy Mthland." It wasn't just about the boys; it was about the twisted, obsessive games people played with each other's lives.

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.”