Sweet Oblivion Open Your Arms Novels & Stories

It was so loud it brought him back. Lucas Armstrong stormed out of his mansion doors again, his face a mask of impatient fury at the renewed commotion. Then he saw. He saw her in my arms, her eyes open, looking at me. He froze on the top step, his perfect composure cracking wide open. “What the—” He trailed off in bewilderment as his eyes locked onto Olivia’s face, seeing the life in her eyes. For a split second, raw, undisguised regret—and maybe even hope—flashed in his green eyes. But it was snuffed out instantly, replaced by a cold, grim realization.

Stars POV: Panic reverberates in Lola's voice, fueling the mounting tension. Time seems to warp, seconds stretching into eternity, as Travis reacts instinctively, his arms wrapping around me, providing a lifeline amidst the chaos threatening to consume me. In that moment, as the world spins and darkness encroaches, I cling to Travis, my last anchor in a sea of uncertainty. The weight of grief bears down upon me, threatening to crush my spirit. With open arms, I surrender to the overwhelming darkness, not yet ready to face the devastating truth that has shattered my world.

The drive takes forty minutes and Felix sits in the back with Arlo. By the time we hit the motorway they have reached an understanding that involves Felix's left hand available for Arlo at all times and Arlo's chin on Felix's knee in exchange. Felix does not comment on this. He looks out the window at England going green and wide and occasional and plays something quietly under his breath that has no lyrics, just sound, like he is warming up for something he has not decided yet.

A look of regret crosses his face and tears run down my face cause I know what he means “No please it hurts” I murmur. He's been training me to control ‘obsidian’ in case she comes out but when he says my trigger word it’s hard for me to fight it "I'm so sorry tsvetok, I promise I’ll make it up to you” he kisses my hand whilst keeping his eyes on the road “Please” I beg in a whisper "Shadow" he whispers and then everything goes black Obsidian POV: Finally, it's my time to shine ladies and gentlemen. Being Amari’s alter ego and personality disorder is just boring. She’s too sweet. Too weak she could learn from me

Magic surged through her as she raised her hands, a pulse of golden energy blasting outward, tearing through the darkness. Amelia’s lips curled. “Impressive.” Olivia didn’t hesitate. She reached for the artifact, her fingers grazing its cold surface. The moment she made contact, the world around her shifted. A violent pulse of power erupted from the stone, knocking everyone backward. The temple trembled as Olivia’s vision filled with darkness, swallowing her whole. When Olivia opened her eyes, she was no longer in the temple. She stood in a vast, empty void, the abyss stretching endlessly in every direction. A soft, whispering wind circled her, carrying voices—familiar and foreign, murmuring

“Desmond.” Olivia cried into my chest. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and my arms were wrapped around her lower back, holding her close to me. One of the goddesses was rubbing my back, another was rubbing hers. I didn’t care about saving face. I cried into Olivia’s arm, finally holding her again. The sparks were there but her scent was dulled by the water. We both were soaking wet. “I told you he could do it.” “Yes yes. You told me so. I get it.”

The way he’d looked up with those wrecked, devoted eyes while I spilled down his throat. Olivia was crying openly now, tears streaking her cheeks, mascara running in dark rivers. Her whole body shuddered with every slam of my hips. “Hudson ... fuck ... too much” she sobbed, but her hips still rocked down to meet me, greedy even through the overwhelm.

I tried to get out on his arms but he hug me so tight, I tried to push him but I do not have any strength to do so. When I'm finally calm he loose his grip on me, I just look at him and smiled, those smile is a remembrance of the pain I'm having to today, at this time. I try to walk out in his room without anything in my hand, I might looked like a mess but I don't care anymore. The pain I'm having with is so much to handle, this feeling that I do not want to feel again. I saw a lot of people looking at me, I even saw Aunt Lorreta running towards me but I choose to ignore it, I don't want any of them come near at my life again.

I reached for the cloth and carefully placed it over my eyes, blocking my sight. The car started and we traveled to an unknown place. Almost an hour passed and we stopped in an isolated area-- a grassy plane. In a distance, a roaring helicopter awaited us, blades rotating furiously fast. "Here miss." The old man handed me a pill. "Take that. It'll help you sleep." Being tired, I submitted without questions. I swallowed the white and blue pill. My sight went blurry and everything stopped as I fell down into a rabbit hole. ...... Hot breath tickled my nose and the smell of my favorite vanilla potpourri filled me. I opened my eyes. Gray met me, like a cluster of angry clouds.

Dillon woke with a start as he felt Tony's phone vibrate and play the muffled song 'Down with the Sickness' by Disturbed. As usual, it failed to cause Tony to even stir. The guy really could sleep through a nuclear holocaust. As he let out a big yawn, Dillon gently patted and rubbed Tony's arm. Still nothing. Finally, he was successful when he shook his entire arm until Tony groaned awake. With a huge stretch, he rolled over onto his back while Dillon flipped over to face him.