Sweet Oblivion Open Your Arms Novels & Stories

Just done right. “Gate’s closed,” he said. “Pit’s burned,” I answered. We listened. Nothing answered us, no god, no creed, only wind, finally free. Down the slope, engines idled. Olivia stood on the hood of a truck, soot striping her face, the drive strapped to her chest like a medal. She met my eyes and nodded. That nod was the first full breath I’d taken in days. Behind her, wolves dragged tarps over bodies.

The ones that defined us. His hand gripped my chin gently, turning my face back to him. "I promise, I won’t hurt you," he said, his voice steady, filled with a desperation I had never heard from him before. "I’ll do anything to have you in my arms again. To hold you. To make you feel loved." I looked into his eyes, my thoughts spiraling. Please, Natalia, my wolf pleaded. Just give him a chance. I can’t stand being apart from him. Please.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

Let the tails fall through my fingers, organizing them, separating the strands so the first strike will land cleanly across the meat of his shoulders. I take a single step closer. I thumb the remote up to its lowest setting. The hum starts. Oliver's body, against the cross, jerks once and stills, and his mouth opens around a sound he doesn’t let out yet, and I draw my arm back, accepting that I am the most fortunate man alive.

*****Dark and Trigger Scenes***** Flashback “Please Liam, don't” Amber trailed, trying to hide her naked self from his hungry eyes. Liam was opening the button of his shirt, looking at her with dark eyes. She was seated on the floor trying to move her hip to go away from him, Tear was running down from her eyes. “Why? This meant to be mine” Liam threw his shirt on the floor and leaned down taking her fistful of hair and leaning close to her face, his warm breath running on her cheek.

“I’ll take care of you.” The next moments blurred into a seamless rhythm of desire and possession. Hands roamed, lips kissed, tongues tangled, every touch setting fire to the air around them. Clothing peeled away, discarded in a trail, exposing skin to skin, warmth to warmth. Evan’s obsession was evident in every calculated movement—watching Adrian’s reactions, noting every gasp, every moan, adjusting to maximize pleasure, to anchor Adrian fully to him.

Before I knew it, I had thrown myself into his arms. His palm was broad. He pressed one to my waist and pulled me closer. A weird sense of security wrapped around me. I couldn't tell if his chest was too warm or whether he smelled too familiar. Maybe it was even the strength of that hand at my waist that held up my trembling body. "Lulu… she's gone. I've already asked the doctor to pull the security footage." I tilted my head up, tears blurring my vision. They kept streaming down my face. "Don't be afraid. Lulu will be okay. I'll look for her with you." Ewan's arms tightened around me as he stroked my hair to soothe me. Maybe it was how certain his voice sounded, but it somehow steadied me.

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

She moaned wrapping her hands around my broad back. "Touch me!" She demanded and I withdrew slightly away from her. I gazed at the towel hugging her precious body which is Mine alone as my eyes darkened with desires. I loose the towel tucked around her armpit side and pulled it slowly to showcase her nudity. Her pinkish rosebuds came into view and the moment my finger brushed against them, she moaned out again arching her back and that got me off the edge as I hungrily scraped off the damn white towel around her body and threw it on the floor.

Lockhart's face was a mask of pure horror and agony before he took his last shuddering breath. I admit they’re good but not as good as me. I peeked at the small gap of the closed window beside me and a triumphant smile blooms through my face. They’d just walk on a trap. Now, for the fun part of the evening. •••