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,"

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.

Ryu vividly recalled the encounter, realizing that amidst their engrossing conversation, he and Tomo had accepted the freebies without giving them a second thought, absentmindedly tucking them away in their pockets. Yuka burst into laughter, her voice filling the air, and replied "We passed by that same street after dinner, and someone attempted to hand us those tissues too." Ryu experienced a surge of relief, grateful that he didn't have to explain himself like a misunderstood deviant. "Well, aren't they just a peculiar pair?" Yuka teased playfully, as she laughs. Ryu's embarrassment resurfaced, causing a flush of crimson to creep across his cheeks. Succumbing to the humor of the situation,

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.

I muttered, “normal people usually introduce themselves properly.” “I know who you are already.” “That’s not the point.” “You’re uncomfortable.” “No shit.” “You curse often when nervous.” I froze again. Then slowly lowered the teacup. “Oh my God.” Another soft pause. “You observe people like experiments.” “No,” Adrian said quietly. “Only important ones.” The room suddenly felt smaller. And warmer. Which made absolutely no sense because the man wasn’t even physically there. I hated that. “So what now?” I asked quietly. “You rest.”

Henry replied with a chuckle, "Mr. Solomon is inscrutable; even I can't guess his intentions. But, do any of you really think Miss Robbins can compete with Chelsea?" The group exchanged glances uncertainly. Not waiting for a response, Henry grabbed his things and left. Miss Chelsea's style was decisive and efficient, swift like a cutting blade. Many seasoned veterans on Wall Street couldn't best her, and Lilian... He could admit that she had skills, but Chelsea was out of her league. Even compared to the former Secretary Woods, she fell short. She was all about opportunism. Had it not been for Mr. Solomon's name serving as her amulet, many wouldn't give her the time of day.

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.

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.