Sweet Oblivion Open Your Arms Novels & Stories

I was simply silently begging for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. "Okay, please accept my apologies! Are you still going to refuse to let me accompany you? Even though she's a shy person, take a look at Ate Ade; she pulled it off." Zeiara was convinced to change his mind. "Tss, whatever. Keep your cockiness and bravado to yourself in there, please. Inform Mom that I will be with you so that she would not be concerned." Zeeve said it half-heartedly. Zeiara grabs my arms and shakes them while she jumps around joyfully. What is it about this sibling and their proclivity to grab at arms?

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on

He pulled the trembling Sally tighter into his arms and said to his assistant, "Turn off the feed. That woman's guts are all over the floor. I don't want it to frighten Sally." To take revenge for not getting the ransom, the abductors had someone drag me to the wedding venue and shoved me off the second floor. My once slightly bulging belly had long been emptied, slashed open in a cross, and my insides spilled to the floor. My face lay pressed against the floor. When my eyes met Quilton's, his face turned ashen. It was as if his soul had just left his body. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard someone shouting wildly beside my ear.

She'd drunk so much that her senses were a little impaired, but her mind was clear and capable of thought. Natalie quietly waited for Rowan's reply, and fortunately, he agreed. When she pushed open the bathroom door, warm water from the shower gathered on the tiles into winding streams. The misty white vapor blurred the edge of the mirror and obscured the warm glow and night sky beyond the windows. Natalie turned her back to him, slipped out of her nightgown, and stood… completely naked. In an instant, Rowan's eyes widened, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Everything was gone in the blink of an eye, as if none of it had ever been real. Every sweet moment, every promise, every shared laugh… It all flickered by, too vivid to forget, and too painful to hold. “You act so strong and confident, now you’re crying pathetically?” The familiar voice snapped me back. I instantly looked up, blinking through tears, and there was Rowan, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His necktie was hanging loose and sloppy, his sleeves shoved up, revealing that snake tattoo winding over his forearm. His whole posture was casual, almost mocking.

Damon stepped back, like the moment was over. “Be ready,” he said simply. Then he turned and walked away. Leaving me standing there. Heart racing. Mind spinning. And one thought echoing louder than the rest... What exactly was the Forbidden Club? And why did it feel like saying yes… Would change everything?

“Good girl.” The warm whisper sent a delicious shiver over her and immediately the arm about her shoulders tightened slightly, soothing and protective. No longer did the unsettling instrumental, rapidly intensifying with crashing momentum and the deep purples, reds, and blues orchestrated in tandem with it portray the ocean—now it had become the physical, visual and audio manifestation of the tumultuous alcohol-amplified desires clashing inside Evelyn—I want I want I want—with the nagging frustration of not knowing what.

He would have to think on that one some more. When he opened the door, he was greeted by the normal sights and sounds that, for a few minutes earlier, he thought he would never see again. A sharp pain went through his arm, reminding him that he was still there and the pain medication was wearing off. He walked in, and Haven followed, looking around at the place with a soft smile.

Theme song- ocean eyes by Billie Elish I've been watchin' you for some time Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes Burning cities and napalm skies Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes Your ocean eyes No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been walkin' through a world gone blind Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind Careful creature made friends with time He left her lonely with a diamond mind And those ocean eyes No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high… ❤Shanaya point

(Dual POV: Olivia and Armando) Olivia’s POV The first thing I felt was the warmth of his arms. My head rested against his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat filling the silence. “Olivia,” Armando’s voice broke through the haze, low and strained. His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle but desperate. I blinked slowly, the light in the room too harsh for my pounding head. Every breath felt like a struggle, and the metallic taste of poison still lingered on my tongue.