Personality Oblivion Novels & Stories

They could not bear their sister in such a condition. “Doctor, why is she behaving like she doesn’t know us?” Demir voiced out his thoughts. “We have observed a past trauma to her brain. It is a high probability that she remembers only her close people from a few years back. She can remember old things but it will take a lot of time.” Demir nodded and resolved to bring their sister back to them. Murat couldn’t help but cry. Demir thumped his back and reassured him that they would bring justice to his sister. Now it was up to fate whether it gave a chance to Sophia to see everything get better.

I knew exactly what kind of woman Lisa was and I had let this farce play out to the point where I fell victim. But at the end of the day, Lisa was not to blame. She had played her hand and it had worked on me. I had been seduced. I had cheated on my girlfriend. I might have been in a slightly more vulnerable state, but that was no excuse. I had sex with another woman and not just any woman, but Lisa, an ambitious slut who had nothing going for her but her hot body and filthy mind. My girlfriend was everything you could ask for in a woman, but Lisa Warden... she was a self-proclaimed sex object. A gorgeous face that just screamed pure sex, long firm legs, a hot round, juicy a*s, and a pair of

This was how it was theorized that the system had been existing for so long. The great and mysterious entity was called Promiscuity System' — officially. It was like a devil from dark fantasy stories, feeding on its hosts' evilness while letting them fulfill the desires of their heart. Its AIs always attached themselves to people that were only one inch away from breaking due to despair, hopelessness, fear, sadness, or anger. Then once these people did the wrong choice of accepting the system in their lives, it would lead them to a path of no return, accelerating the death of their morality and reason.... Until only insanity and a deep desire to destroy their lives and others' lives remain..

I gritted my teeth, tiptoeing to whisper as I threatened him, "Reasoning with me won't work, Pota. Find him, or I will. As you said, I'm a low-life, so I promise you it won't end well for your boy if I'm the one to discover him." I patted his shoulder and walked past him. But before leaving his office, I smiled a sickening smirk and glanced back. "Oh! By the way, when I do find your son, he'll be the least of your worries by then." Letting out a heavy sigh once I was inside my office, I took off my high heels and walked barefoot towards the window, where I noticed that the rain had long stopped. A monster like me, huh. But are monsters born naturally evil, or do they turn into one for some r

The chaotic beginning of the night transformed into a gentle conclusion where understanding and healing emerged. Valerie remained in a curled position next to me allowing herself to experience her emotions. Rachel and Emily sat with us their presence comforting. The chaotic party scene transformed into a distant memory as the rest of the world vanished. An unprecedented moment revealed the true Valerie to me, distinct from her sarcastic rebellious troublemaker persona. A woman existed who had experienced excessive loss and feared acknowledging her ongoing pain. I embraced her with increased intensity while vowing internally that she would never experience loneliness again.

I continued, ignoring him, “don’t show up at my place unannounced, ever again.” Orion tilted his head, feigning deep thought. “Mmm, that one might be hard. Spontaneity sells the lie. If people think I only see you on schedule, they’ll know it’s fake.” I blinked at him. “You actually thought this through?” “Of course I did,” he said smoothly. “If we’re going to convince people, we can’t half-ass it.” I hated that he had a point. My brain was too tired to argue, so I pushed on. “Rule number three, no personal questions. You don’t need to know my life story, and I don’t need yours.”

How the line between protection and possession had blurred so completely that Adrian’s very presence had become a challenge he couldn’t see he’d created. It had been hard. Brutally, agonizingly hard. Every session peeled away layers of control, of impulse, of unrestrained desire to consume Adrian wholly. He had written journals—thousands of words of reflection, regret, and resolve. He had trained his mind to recognize the difference between love and possession.

What she really wanted was. "Influence," she realized. "Money's just tokens. Real power shapes systems." "Philosophical evolution. Morgan will be pleased." But Morgan expressed concern rather than pleasure when Elena reported progress. "You're fragmenting. Multiple identities, simultaneous operations, no central purpose. Where's Elena in all these ghosts?" "Elena is all of them." "No. Elena is none of them. You've created so many masks, you've forgotten your face." The words stung because they held truth. PhantomByte, NightShade, her corporate consultant persona, each felt equally real and false. The broken omega who'd wanted only Theo back seemed like ancient history.

Elion said. "I'm efficient." "You're tragic." "I'm here." Elion took a breath. He pulled his notebook out of his pocket. Anomaly 49: The Glitch. Memory loss specific to childhood/mother. Basic cultural knowledge erased. Correlation: Occurred after the Kitchen Incident. He wrote a new note. He is losing his humanity to keep me human. Elion closed the book. "Okay," Elion said. "New rule." "Another rule?" "Yes. If there's music... I lead. If there's pop culture... I answer. You stick to the math. You stick to the physics."