Novel & Cerita Sweet Oblivion Open Your Arms

Layla hissed, “Stop antagonizing the cosmic entity currently hijacking your girlfriend!” Another pulse tore through me. The humming in my ears grew louder. Brighter. Sharper. The world blurred. “Jamal…” My voice trembled. “It wants something from me.” “What?” he said instantly. “Tell me.” “It wants me to open something.” “Open what?” “I don’t know.” The whisper surged. “Open the door.” My eyes rolled back as I screamed. “What door?!” Jamal yelled. Layla cursed. “There are sealed vaults under this level if she opens one without authorization, it could”

All I could do was cough up blood as I struggled to breathe, almost choking on my own blood as Odeus switched my body to a position that could allow me to breathe properly without my blood choking me. My mates looked back at me with helplessness and sorrows in their eyes as they spoke as one . “I love you,” “I love you,” A cold breeze blew past us as a bright blue light completely surrounded us , almost blinding me . I could feel raw power completely overwhelmed me as a peaceful harmonic aura wrapped me around its embrace. I was just tired of fighting. I wanted to let go. My world was slowly getting blurry and darker as I slowly tried to welcome new peace. A smile graced my lips as I watched

"If you blow now, you’ll take the whole mountain with you." "Then let me... channel it," Aero rasped. He grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. The contrast was agonizing and intoxicating—the icy chill of the void meeting the furnace of his spirit. The Overload Julian was a blur of motion on the perimeter, his Phase-Disruptor barking as he took down the armored Architects, but even he could feel the air turning into a plasma storm. "Do it now!" Julian yelled, shielding his eyes. "The Obelisk is at ninety-eight percent! The Witness is locking the coordinates!"

‎"I know. Now stop crying and get ready. Because tomorrow, we go to war.” ‎

It's like a paradise, a place to get away from everything, like an OBLIGION( a place to forget), suddenly that word came to my mind. I'm swimming in the water, and I feel so alive, so free. I think this dream or reality was exactly what I needed. While I'm swimming with my eyes closed, I could feel the touch of hands on my waist and lips run along my neck, tasting my skin, my body reacts to this feeling of pleasure, and I can't help but let out a moan.

A low hum leaves him before his eyes close again. Several more minutes pass. Then his breathing slowly deepens. I stare at him carefully. Waiting if he's going to open those eyes again. There's no movement. My heartbeat spikes up. Did it work? Cautiously, I step closer. “Silvano?” No response. I kneel slightly in front of him. Still nothing. Relief mixes with nervousness so intensely I almost feel dizzy. Oh my God. It actually worked. I carefully reach into his pockets, bringing out his phone. My pulse immediately spikes again.

Octavia was still trying—and failing—to come down from the orgasm. It was brutal, the most brutal one she’s probably ever had, and I loved watching the way her stomach moved. Reaching for the blindfold first, I ripped it off and her eyes were snapped shut under it. She could feel that I’d taken it off, but she probably didn’t want to open her eyes. “Look at me,” I ordered, and it took a while for the words to register, but she complied, and first was the white in her eyes before her pupils joined.

I snarled. I looked at my left arm. It was a ruin. The bandages had unraveled in the chaos, revealing flesh that looked like grey stone cracked by blue lava. It didn't feel like a limb anymore. It felt like I was carrying a heavy, radioactive statue attached to my shoulder. Use it, Olivia’s voice whispered in my mind. Sever the connection. "If I do," I thought back, "I lose the arm. Permanently." Better the arm than your mother. Fair point.

His hand slides down my stomach, fingers trailing through the wetness between my thighs, and I buck into his touch, a wordless plea. He pulls back, looking up at me, and the sight of him—dark hair disheveled, lips swollen, blue eyes dark with want—makes my breath catch. "Lie back," he says, and his voice leaves no room for argument. "Let me taste you." I do. I lie back against the silk sheets, my legs falling open, and I watch him lower himself between my thighs. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, and the first touch of his tongue against my clit makes me see stars.

"You don't have to build anything today. I'm an artist, remember? We're really good at working with blank canvases." Peter’s right arm came up, his hand settling over the back of my head, his long fingers burying themselves into the thick mass of my hair to hold me there against the steady, unbroken beat of his heart. Outside the window, the sun finally cleared the edge of the Cascade Mountains, flooding the room with a brilliant, high-definition wash of gold and violet light, erasing the last remnants of the midnight gray. The line was clear. The data was reset. And for the first time since the system initialized, the future was completely unwritten.