Personality Oblivion Novels & Stories

I would have stuck to my current job and live my life like I see it. But no, I didn't know, nobody told me, nobody warned me of what was install for me, nobody gave me a heads-up. If I have been told, if I have known, maybe I would have avoided it, maybe I would have taken the next available route to escape. Then in that process, I wouldn't have met Him...rather, I wouldn't have met them. The two men, who made my life meaningful, filled it with all the passion, attention, love and most erotic moments of my life. One of them wouldn't have made me His Obsession and the other wouldn't have wanted to own me, come what may.

Then with one final shook of his head, he returned to making sure he wasn't going to hit anything or anyone as he jogged through the park. It was the end of September, but the coolness of the autumn season still didn't seem to sink in yet. Gary was really working up a sweat. Did he always perspire this much? He wondered if he should get himself checked. Even if he had just wiped his face, he could feel the beads forming yet again, with some starting to drip down already. He quickly checked his watch and saw that it was already a quarter to ten o'clock. He was surprised to know that he had been jogging for almost two hours. It felt like he had just arrived at the park and had begun. His mind

Sarcasm may not be the smartest move right now, given that was alone in a room with the scariest man I’d ever met, but fear made me snarky. “Then what use are you to me?” Derision laced his tone as he dismissively scanned my body. I wasn’t an insecure person, far from it, but under the weight of the Alpha’s stare, suddenly the extra bit of fat I carried around my middle made me feel like I should have stuck to my new year’s resolution and cut out the chocolate. Darn my lack of willpower. “Absolutely no use at all. You may as well toss me back with the rest of the lowly humans.” I had no idea what the man was talking about, why he would need to have any use for me at all. So far answers hadn’

I heard the soft beep of the touchpad and waited for Joseph to speak, but he kept typing, so I asked, “How can you tell?” “We can see it,” said Edward through the speaking app on the other tablet. Amy breathed deep, looking for the best way to explain it to me. “If you could see the parasites, you would notice one of them seems to start like, pounding, and Price snaps and behaves like an arrogant bully. Then another parasite does it and he loses it over his meds, and so on.” “No self left,” said Ann with my phone app. Joseph was finally done typing and hit the TTS icon. “He’s been under their influence for so long, there’s nothing left of his personality. He’s but what the parasites want him

He made himself the child he always wanted, the perfect, straight son to carry on his work. And all those experiments… I wonder if they really have made this kid immortal, just like they did my miserable, undying self. I wonder how soon ‘Sicillio’ will move on from his aging host and possess this new leader for our flock. Why even bother to give him chunks of my memory and sanitized personality if that was his intent? I can’t make sense of it. The pain blots out everything. It brings my attention to the stone walls sealing me in, the dark, the silence, how helpless I am…

Charles tried to find a new job, but that viral video had become a permanent stain on his name. Not a single reputable company would hire him. He was forced into manual labor. Meanwhile, Michelle’s condition grew worse. The system did not seem to have any intention of letting her go. [Sixth stage punishment initiated: Forget human memory and emotional cognition.] Michelle completely forgot who she was and who Charles was. She was either staring blankly into a corner or barking at Charles like a dog every time Charles visited her at the psychiatric hospital.

“I understand. I have one final secret. One last truth that could change everything you think you know about this family. About the entire war we have been fighting.” John’s grip on my hand tightened. “What is it Sarah? Tell us. No more games.” Sarah looked at all of us, her eyes heavy with the weight of years. “The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…”

Sharon said with embarrassment, "Yes. I called you to resign. I'm going back to Jackal City." "Okay, I agree." Sydney replied and then pressed her lips. “But..." "But what?" Sharon asked in confusion. Sydney sighed. "Well, I need your help. Do you know that Cay has a mental illness?" "Yes. I know about it," Sharon answered. Sydney added, "Just three days ago, Cay was backed into a corner, and his alternate personality was born... No, it wasn't born just three days ago. Actually, his alternate personality appeared a long time ago, but it remained dormant. Now his alternate personality has appeared and grabbed the control of his body from his core personality. Moreover, this alternate personal

So like Georgia had been, before she learned the truth. “Everything proceeds according to plan,” I murmured, more to myself than to Clarksdale. “Every action, every consequence, perfectly calibrated.” I’d studied the effects of isolation extensively during my research. The human mind craves connection the way the body craves oxygen—remove it, and all other functions begin to falter. Georgia was experiencing the third stage now—after denial and bargaining comes the slow dissolution of self. The mind creates alternate personalities, relationships with objects, distorted perceptions of time and space.