Temporary Bliss Novels & Stories

"Only if you ask nicely." I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. "I didn't—" "Relax." She patted the bed beside her. "We're stuck here for forty-eight hours, we might as well be comfortable." I hesitated, but sat beside her anyway. The mattress dipped under my weight and Jade's arm brushed against mine. She smelled like vanilla and something fruiter, and that made my head spin. You have a wife, Van… and she loves you. I let out a s.all breath after trying to convince my clit to stop pulsing looking at the woman beside me.

Music pulsed from every direction, bass shaking the pavement under her sandals, laughter spilling into the streets like it belonged to everyone. Vacation. That was the word she kept repeating in her head like a prayer. Vacation meant escape. Escape from the ex who kept texting I miss you at two in the morning. Escape from the job that demanded sixty hours a week but paid her like she was still in college. Escape from the numbness that had been chewing at her since winter. This was supposed to be her reset button, and she intended to slam her hand down hard.

I can never get used to the relief I get whenever I star gaze. I closed my eyes, letting the peace of the garden wash over me. I breathed deeply, feeling the tension seep out of my body, and let myself drift, lost in the silence of the night. I was even starting to get sleepy. My eyes snapped open, and I scrambled to my feet as a deep annoyed voice jolted me from my inner peace. "Why are you in my spot?"

I stayed where I was, my pulse still racing as I stared up at the stars. Neither of us said anything for a while, the silence stretching out between us. But somehow, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. It felt like progress. ******************************* Trixie had been pacing around the dorm like a woman on a mission. Her blonde ponytail swished back and forth as she gesticulated wildly, her excitement bubbling over. Dexter, lounging on the bed with a bag of chips, watched her with mild amusement. I, on the other hand, was trying to stay focused on my laptop, pretending not to notice her incessant enthusiasm.

They fell onto the bed, their bodies entwined, lost in the tempest of their forbidden passion. As they moved together, Victoria felt a fleeting sense of escape from the turmoil of her life. For a moment, she could forget the hurt, the betrayal, and the uncertainty. In Nelson's arms, she found a brief respite, a reminder of what they once had. But as the intensity of their union reached its peak, a pang of guilt cut through Victoria's euphoria. She knew this was a temporary solace, a momentary lapse in judgment that would have lasting repercussions. As they lay together, spent and breathless, reality began to seep back in.

Because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away. - Sarah Kay. |I R I S| Aleeza is living three days later. Yes the most she extended her visit is for one day. So, I am left with three days to spend with her. Strangely, I don't feel scared among these people anymore, except him. Because he always have this dark look in his eyes that he gives me as if he wants me to be scared of him. Like, that's the only thing he wants.

If we could always be close forever. Before I could voice out my opinion on the bet, he started kissing me, slowly at first. Leaning on the couch, he lifted me onto his laps without breaking the kiss. Clyde tasted so sweet and I wanted the kiss to last forever. My hands went through his fluffy curls and wound around his neck while he explored my ravenous body. It had been yearning for his touch for a very long time and now it was getting its reward. The kiss became frenzied with time. My heart pounded so hard and a moan escaped my lips.

I asked him. “Don’t worry, babe, it’ll just numb your consciousness for an hour so you won’t try to run away from here or create problems till you’re sold off,” I heard him say before everything began to blur for me. . . . Having my senses reawakened, I wasn't on stage anymore. Wherever I am, I felt comfortable, smooth, and cold. The next instant, I realized I was laying on the seat of a….plane?! The sharp throb was still passing through my head when I got up, possibly caused by the tablet the man gave me earlier. Messaging my temples to release some pain, I heard a soft masculine voice speaking to me.

There is no one there. “ Oh come on. The visions then this. What am I some of daydreaming huh?, ” Elyna groaning while pitching her forehead softly. Suddenly, her head feels hurt so bad. Her eyes seems blurry as she feel like want to faint. Too bad. She’s falling down on the ground and her eyes completely close. [ Elyna faint ] --- Elyna open her eyes slowly. She feels glare as she open her eyes with the bright light point towards her face.

he rustled. “Lyra,” I said. “She’s not gone. She’s… scheduled.” Vanilla’s starlit eyes deepened. He produced a data-crystal, thinner and more complex than any he’d brought before. “I have been cross-referencing the Cartographers’ logs with… less official travel manifests. There are rumors. Of a place not on any map. A resort.” “A resort?” Lina scoffed. “She’s trapped at a cosmic spa?” “The ‘Eternal Repose,’” Vanilla said, his voice dropping. “It is a myth. A sanctuary for beings of pure narrative energy who have… earned a rest. But it is exclusive. By invitation only. The ultimate retirement community.”