Romans & histoires Personality Oblivion

lèa shyly answered. Smith thought quietly to himself. Could this be fate playing its part?. Could they really be the result of his one-night-stand mistake from four years ago? He wasn't really himself that night—he was drunk, everything was rough,and he couldn't think straight. He left at dawn before the lady could wake up. The next day, he sent his PA, Henry, to do a thorough check of the room, but he didn't find her. He still felt bad for not being able to apologize or see the woman who made him feel like a man.

"It felt extremely personal when your shell company funded a plot to put me in prison." "That was insurance," she said simply. "In case you turned out to be more than a passing fixation. Kade has a pattern, you understand. He develops obsessions. They burn bright and then they extinguish. I assumed yours would follow the same trajectory, eventually, on its own. The Clover situation was meant to accelerate the inevitable, that's all. Nothing more dramatic than that." "And if it hadn't accelerated anything? If I'd actually gone to prison?" She shrugged, the gesture so casual it made my skin crawl. "Then you would have been a regrettable casualty of a plan that worked exactly as intended."

None of them last more than a minute before they are killed by their own organization. So no one's time is taken for interrogating one person. *** "Who are you?" "No one." "Who sent you?" "No one." "Why did they sent you?" This has been going on for hours. Before... "Who are you?" "..." "Who sent you?" "It's The fucking Unfazed, okay? They sent me in to kill La Reu's son and daughter. They say they are hiding among the agents. I have to find them and kill them, make it look like an accident, and get out of the organization safely to get my family back," he confessed.

"But how is that my fault?" "See? You don't even realise your selfishness. You are not even aware of what you did," he said and gave me a sarcastic look. I was still standing there completely blank, expecting an explanation. "Let me explain it to you, Isabella," the oracle finally spoke up. She put her hand on Zen's shoulder ordering him to sit down. "The decision you made, it cost us lives. Not just one. Look at the faces of the people surrounding you, they are your former pack members. You will see the griefs in their eyes."

Transforming her into a version he desired. Submissive. Obedient. Dutiful. But he felt like he was missing something. He got what he wanted yet still there was this missing piece of the puzzle. He wasn't able to identify that missing piece. That one more thing he wanted in her. He went through every length his father couldn't go. He made her like anything but his mother. He stole her charisma, her personality so the thoughts, and the daring personality she had similar to his mother could evaporate from her.

"There's no way of knowing your real age, simply because your soul isn't complete." "It's a defense mechanism." A different fairy took a few steps forward, her hair blue, her clothes reminiscent of the never-ending winter. "Many people do this when they suffer traumas beyond imagination, separate themselves from that event, and create a new version of themselves that doesn't remember what happened. More commonly called multiple personality syndrome." "This is one of my counselors, her name in the common language translation would be Winter." Novus introduced. "As Your Imperial Majesty is connected to the Vampire and Lycan Kingdoms, these personalities have taken on the abilities of the races

“More miserable? Ha—?” Veronica’s second personality was disdainful. Summer sighed and stood up straightly. “In the past, I wanted her to disappear more than you do. But later... I regretted it.” “So, we are the same type of person.” Veronica smiled coldly and tidied up her hair. Her timid character changed, and she put on an imposing aura. “Only when she disappeared, I can fully live my own life.” “Multiple personality disorder is destined to be a tragedy.” Summer said profoundly and looked at Veronica quietly. “So, why are you telling me all these?”

Milligan agreed. "For Langley's sake I'll go," said Sybil, "We'll leave Langley, shall we, ma'am?" Finally, my three personalities said goodbye one by one. "Click," Dr. Fareeda stopped the recording, reminding her that she still had another recording. "Those other personalities appear to take over your body because you're running away from trouble, while they're the ones dealing with it."