Personality Oblivion Novels & Stories

He shook his head and relaxed himself. "I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... To act that way. There's... There's something about this girl. I don't know what b-but she just...", Clayton's strong personality was no longer in sight. He looked helpless as incoherent words rolled out of his mouth. Doctor Jones tried to calm him down and made him sit in the corner. He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm.

“What if,just what if what I went through as Mia and the other life’s affected this life,yes I may not remember but the traces are there” Lena busted. “What are you saying?!” Jeremy asked. “I am saying I may not remember but I am affected.since I was a child I was withdrawn from the other children,I never knew what they did.I was dark and scared I felt I was too dark and they could sense it. I took to the internet to make friends but I ended up becoming that girl on I*******m who wrote sad song lyrics” Lena sobbed.

"The combination was imperfect. The uniting was flawed. Hundreds of consciousnesses could not merge perfectly. Could not combine seamlessly. Could not unite completely. There were conflicts. There were contradictions. There were competing desires. Hundreds of individual wants. Hundreds of separate fears. Hundreds of distinct personalities. All are trying to exist as one. It was chaos. It was agony. It was impossible. So you chose. You chose to erase. You chose to forget. You chose to eliminate all individual memories. All separate identities. All distinct personalities. You erased everything individual to become something unified. You sacrificed hundreds of identities to create a single Hope

The next day I was having breakfast quietly until I remembered that I had a neighbor to avoid, the event of the previous night invaded my brain and I couldn't help but feel ashamed. I didn't want to remember anything about what happened, but my brain was a specialist, forgetting the important things and repeating as a scratched disc the biggest shames of my life. And if it was shame, last night I had broken a new record.

She no longer had doubts. The feelings she dragged out were of Mrs Cole and Chloe. Her mind was now like a blank canvas. She was ready to fill it with the colours she wanted. Surprisingly for her,it hadn't taken her days to forget about them and forge ahead in life. The trunk had been shut tight and Lorenzo had gotten behind the wheel. Barista was about to open the door for her when they both heard a high-pitched voice screaming from the direction of the house. "Sister, please wait. Don't go. I know I'm wrong but please don't take it out on our poor mom. She's dying because of you."

Not a single fucking feeling. Sofia shuddered as the layer of third orgasm hit her. She was to spend out that time she had a dry one. She was officially out now. Mr. Evidence took a few more seconds before he pulled out and came all over Sofia’s torso. He suddenly felt energy being drained out of him. He did come out of the operation theatre not so long ago. Mr. Evidence sat down on the other side of the sofa, resting his head on the back. He took a few deep breaths before picking up the bottle of water. He took a sip and then sprinkled some on the nurse's face to wake her up. Sofia stirred awake as the water hit her face. She blinked again trying to understand what in the world just happene

Back then, he hadn’t been the leader of the mafia as it was still his father’s organization. He never believed in love, since what he saw his father do to his mother. His father would always abuse his mother either because of a small quarrel or a big fight. They would always have arguments and he never did anything to separate them. Many times has he seen his father beat up his mother. The poor woman would cry but Damon’s father wouldn’t stop. Many times did Damon wonder why his father even married his mother if he didn’t love her in the first place. Being exposed to all this made Damon have a cold personality. His sense of love and affection for people died and he became almost completely h

Andy simply goes out to make sure that the gate was closed, he needed a laugh to assimilate what was happening, the worst part is that he had no moral authority to claim anything from Camille, if she just continued her life without him. He takes a deep breath, and returns to the mansion, after he moved in with Keyra, life has become different, he no longer does his routines, he no longer eats at exact hours, he no longer even has his clothes organized, the essence of the obsessive compulsive he was completely ending, he was becoming the type of human being he hated the most, but he didn't know thanks to whom, thanks to his wife or thanks to the one who was his lover for a few days.

'''' He went out and I was still thinking what happened? I thought he would be rude and he will humiliate me and force me tonight but there he was going out of the room and I was still not understanding him. That man was so unpredictable. One moment he was acting like a beast and the next moment he was so caring and then he was showing that he didn't even care if I exist. What was he ?? What was ge trying to do???? I had the food and I saw the medicine in the tray. They might be for my wound. I didn't take them at first. But as the night was getting colder I started feeling more pain and then i took it and lie back and still it was getting more colder and colder.

They never understood this world, nor were they understood by it. All they know is boundless revenge, relentless and endless. Such people are tragic. The sun was too bright, casting a pure glow on Saxon's golden hair, but also covering his face with a shadow. Saxon maintained his melancholic prince appearance, as if Jessica's words caused no pain or consequence. The world had abandoned him, and he, too, had given up on the world. Saxon's psyche had become completely distorted. His excessive obsession had annihilated any remnants of humanity within him, or perhaps he had never possessed a trace of humanity to begin with.