Personality Oblivion Novels & Stories

He said looking at Ansh who was carefully listening to whatever he was saying. “Whenever Shama remembers the intense pain, her another personality quickly takes over her. But, she still can’t forget that pain. Her another personality is cruel and violent. That personality is a maniac. It tries to get over the pain by turning it into anger. In this process she sometimes even hurts herself. One of her personality is quiet and calm. It always remains silent and is cold hearted. That personality also tries to cover up her pain. This personality doesn’t like to smile or enjoy or talk too much because she knows that if she speaks then she will break down crying. She doesn’t want to cry. Slowly aft

Some as young as four. Sophia’s stomach twisted violently. Elise swore under her breath. “Jesus...” Sophia moved to the control panel, scanning it with quick, precise eyes. Logs. Schedules. Data streams. “They’re running live suppression trials,” she realized. “Neurological conditioning while they’re conscious.” Elise’s face went white. “That’s not just memory loss. That’s personality engineering.” Before either of them could speak again, a voice echoed through the hallway. Calm. Male. Filtrated through a speaker system.

“Nothing physical or essential will hold what belongs to nothing.” While hundreds of people knelt before something they did not dare to name, Alexei realized the dimension of the problem: They did not just want to break the bond and “free” Umbra. They wanted to destroy Carla. Body and soul. Alexei’s expression changed, becoming dark, and the black smoke rose again up his arm. The Grand Master raised his hand. “Let us praise the age of Oblivion.” ***

The car continued speeding into the night, carrying her deeper and deeper into Lucian Cross’s dangerous world — a world where protection felt a lot like possession, escape seemed more impossible with every passing second, and her own body and heart were beginning to betray her mind in ways she never imagined possible. She had no idea how she was going to survive this… or if she even wanted to escape anymore.

My name was Eden Cargill. I had a secret. The numbers hovering over people’s heads were visible to me. Those digits represented a person’s malice toward me. Most people’s values were between 0 and 50. The cranky driver on the road hit about 20. The editor breathing down my neck for my next draft was a 45. So long as the value did not exceed 60, I felt pretty much safe. That changed when I moved into an old neighborhood.

"The person who made me this way is Demir Inanoglu!" "The person who made me this way is Demir Inanoglu!" "The person who made me this way is Demir Inanoglu!" It was an accident… He knew so, but what he had just learned had changed everything. If his father had not been like this, everything would have been very different. What about that deal? That deal was even heavier! That deal was his father and that family… He had consoled himself by saying that nothing could be worse than this, but his current situation was looking for his old self!

It still hurt every time I reread those entries. I pretended not to care. I kept telling myself it was fine as long as Caleb didn't mind. What I never expected was that he would call me an idiot one day. That moment shattered every wall I'd spent years building. Over 2000 days and nights, across seven years, every diary entry I'd written had been about him. I scrolled through them one by one. There was no end in sight. At last, I lost all patience and pressed delete all. "Are you sure you want to delete all 2,396 entries? Once deleted, they cannot be recovered."

I continued to run as fast as I could, breathing rapidly in awe. The only answer for me was to keep on running, I couldn't think of anything else. Why did I decide to pass this stupid shortcut? Were they really the cause of Eve's parents' sickness and Eve's mother's death? Jesus, help me. The place was sloppy and hence, reducing the speed at which I ought to move forwards since I had to move upwards to run out of the place. There was no one in sight, everywhere was silent, not even an animal was present. I needed someone to save me. All the days of watching movies and there was always someone to save the person from danger, all those were all mother fucking bullshit.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

There’s nothing immortal. All can change over the time. *** After Qeiza met Chin Hwa’s parents, she was getting lost further and further into the labyrinth of lies and got harder to find the exit. She thought fleeing to her boss’ apartment would stop the confusion of her mind caused by Ansel. In fact, running away could never solve the problem. In the contrary, it was just like accumulating the dust under the carpet. The longer it got thicker and could cause the illness. That’s what Qeiza experienced currently.