Novel & Cerita Temporary Bliss

Julian whispered against Adrian’s neck, his skin tingling with electrical heat as Adrian’s hands slid up his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. "And I am your fortress," Adrian replied, his voice a low, fierce promise that echoed in the quiet bedroom. They came together in a slow, explosive rhythm of fierce love and deep physical passion—a celebration of life, rebirth, and a devotion that had overcome the darkest depths of the sea. As the quiet stars shone high above the Pacific coast, Julian held Adrian tight, anchored in the arms of his true love, knowing that the storm was finally over, and his real life had just begun.

You handled today beautifully. She stared at the screen. Then typed back. You’re watching closely. Of course, came the reply. Visibility is a habit. Clara exhaled. What do you want? she typed. A pause. Then: Balance. Clara laughed softly, the sound bitter. You mistake restraint for weakness, she replied. Another pause. Then: I mistake proximity for danger. Clara set the phone down. She didn’t reply again. ⸻ The next morning, the consequences sharpened.

“What happened? “ I don’t understand what’s happening and I can’t process everything right now. I have to catch my breath. [slowly calms] I look around to see the place and I am sure I am not in my house. This place… looks like a condominium… yes, I am right. The blinds are open and the sunlight is flashing through the transparent big glass wall and I am probably on a high floor. [deep sigh] I wonder how I got here. Did I hook up with a girl last night? Was I drunk?? Grr, I’ll figure out everything later. I have to go back now. My fiancée is probably waiting for me. I push myself up from the bed but… “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” “What the---” I rapidly close my eyes again and hoped that it was

Like the ominous prelude to a nightmare, the two hours preceding the earthquake felt just like the start of any ordinary workday. Little did we anticipate that an unexpected natural catastrophe would shatter our tranquil lives so abruptly. It was early March in Peneland, and despite the lingering snow, cherry blossoms had already begun to grace us with their presence. To offer an early reward before the ensuing two weeks of demanding work, our supervisor had granted us an early break. He had chosen the Peneland Ski Resort as our retreat—a renowned destination globally and conveniently close to our base, fostering team bonding among our team.

Every passing moment with it inside me had my toes curling and my skin becoming dewed with sweat as I fought back my orgasm, which proved to be increasingly difficult to do. It felt like my insides were going to explode the second the five of them stood, shaking hands. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Johnson,” Anthony says. He looks over to me and nods for me to get up, but I physically can’t move…the pleasure has been building and I felt if I moved now, my body would explode. I forced a smile. Anthony walked over to me, leaning down to whisper just enough for me to hear, “Are you having trouble getting up?” I bit my lip hard and nodded, “I don’t think I can hold back much long

Tugging at her shirt and cupping her buttocks through her shorts. She thought briefly of her stupid, Stupid plan to have bad sex with him. Impatient, clumsy sex. His impatiens thrilled her, and she reveled in his clumsy, grasping hands. They spoke of his passion. Of the urgency of the moment. The need to possess and claim.

We continued like that, Alex feeding me bite by bite, both of us smiling and completely relaxed in a way we had never quite been able to be before. I realized this was what I truly wanted. These quiet, sweet moments. This feeling of being truly cared for. "What are you thinking?" Alex asked, holding out a piece of strawberry. "That I could get used to this," I admitted honestly. Something moved in his eyes, pleasure mixed with sadness. "Anna—" "I know," I interrupted. "I know what you are going to say. That this cannot last. That it is impossible. But can we just... can we just have this morning? Just pretend for a few hours that we are two people who can actually be together?"

It feeds on the souls of those who try to escape. Bliss had spent years trapped inside that mansion, feeling like a ghost in her own life, like a woman made of glass. The house had taken her joy, her freedom, her identity. But now, now she had the key to her own future. She wasn’t going to be a part of the house’s twisted game anymore. No matter what it cost her.

Or that boss is your watchman? People are really delusional. But she doesn’t have time to think much, only praying these two get out of here as soon as possible. Maybe God heard her prayer, so both of them walked out of the washroom. As soon as she saw that, she sighed in relief and ran out of the washroom. In the intersection near the interview room, she stopped and then calmed herself then walked in; seeing that there were still some women waiting, she sighed in relief. Even though she doesn’t have high hopes for this job, and above that, if it were about to happen as the two girls talked, she knows that even if she were great, she wouldn’t pass the interview; it was already fixed.

The beautiful women had surrounded Wilbur. They began to sing and dance, serenading him with one song after the other. Wilbur's gaze began to grow hazy. Sabrina hovered above him, giggling to herself. Anyone who entered the Chamber of Temptations was trapped forever, and no one has ever been able to leave. They would lose themselves in wine and lust, draining their souls and dying from burnout, ceasing to exist in the world altogether. However, Wilbur was actually still conscious.