Oblivious Thesaurus Novels & Stories

A knock came at the door before I could gather my thoughts. I frowned. “Come in.” I said, expecting my secretary. The door opened just enough for Charles to step inside, tablet tucked under his arm, expression politely neutral until his eyes landed on the scene behind me. He froze. His gaze flicked from me to Tessa, then immediately toward the ceiling as though studying invisible architecture. “Sir,” he said quickly, “I apologize for the interruption.” Tessa blinked at him, mildly fascinated, like a spectator watching a play she didn’t understand.

She looked around and saw no one. Instead she came face to face to the street view. She held onto the bannister and lazily leaned on them as she gazed at the dark silhouettes in the night. Their apartment building is located in a secluded part of their town and on the far front is the Alterax woods. The trees lined up in front with some infested with fireflies making them look shimmering.

Kenny, Caroline, and Tommy looked at Nora in disbelief. "Nora, it really was you..." At the same time, Theodore appeared on the big screen. He entered the room I was in and patted my head in relief. "I thought you were really going to fall for her trick. Looks like you're not that stupid after all." I said confidently, "I'm a little slow and can be a bit oblivious, but I'm not stupid." He smiled. "So, you do know you're oblivious, huh?"

Kneeling down, his face came parallel to hers as now his eyes could have a complete view of her. Beautiful The first word that came in his mind. Or Treacherous? The devil in his mind whispered. Innocent. A voice in him spoke Or Venomous? Another voice countered it. Uncorrupted Or Corrupted? Sinless Or Deceitful? Naive Or malicious? A deep breath was heard as he closed his eyes for a second. Under the light of moon, his eyes opened again, moving slowly up, revealing the grey emeralds that shone brightly under the light as he focused his orbs on her face again.

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

As I left my audience with the King of idiots my head was spinning. I had way more questions than answers and I had no idea when, or if, I’d ever get a real explanation. Clearly Mr ‘Obey Me’ didn’t think I was worth giving any answers to, and there was no way I was going to try and ask my escort as I was sure he considered it ‘not my business’. Of course, why would the direction of my life be my business? I hated werewolves.

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."