Temporary Bliss Novels & Stories

"It's offering what we thought we wanted—no more nightmares, no more uncertainty, just eternal peaceful dream that never changes." "Exactly," the entity confirmed. "I offer what no villain ever could—genuine, permanent peace. No more Marcus playing necessary opposition, no more anti-existence threatening negation, no more paradoxes to navigate. Just eternal, perfect stillness." Through Compassion, Sarah felt the terrible temptation in its offer. "So many beings are exhausted. They've been fighting, growing, changing for so long. The thought of rest, real rest that never ends—it's almost irresistible." Already, I could see through divine perception that beings across reality were accepting. N

Not because a restriction was placed on me, but because I'd grown too busy. While my mind reeled like a cyclone, I felt the world around me darken, as if the sun had veered off course and an eclipse replaced it. Jolting awake, my eyes locked onto Emily leaning into me, her features twisted in a mixture of concern and excitement. There was something in her eyes, or perhaps I'd seen wrong. “What's, what's wrong?” “Let's make a promise,” she said, her voice low and laced with mischief. “What's that?” I asked, surprise and curiosity visible on my face at the same time.

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.

It was the sound of a district being systematically devoured by engineered pleasure. People in the streets began to sway, their laughter escalating into unnaturally high-pitched peals of joy. Some dropped to their knees, their faces turned skyward, mouths agape, as if drinking directly from the amplified Nectar’s source. Others embraced strangers, their eyes locked in a shared, synthetic rapture. Bima fought through the haze, forcing himself to focus on Lia's desperate face, on Kevin's trembling form. He remembered Anya’s words: The butterfly pea flowers … it offers us peace. The ability to discern truth from illusion.

“Gonna keep filling it. Gonna keep you dripping. Gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.” I come again…shattering, vision whiting out. He follows last load of the night. Hot. Thick. Claiming. We collapse for real this time. Sweaty. Spent. Tangled. His arms around me. Cock softening inside me. He kisses my temple. “You’re mine,” he whispers. I nod. Exhausted. Sated. This pussy? This body? This heart?” He presses a slow kiss to my pulse. “All mine. Forever.” I close my eyes.

“Here.” You just need a distraction. Don’t think of Cheryl! I left wet kisses on her shoulders, and motioned for her to take the drink. “Persistent huh?” she said. “I couldn’t call myself persistent, let’s say I’m a grieved man ready to get himself loosen.” I leaned down for a kiss. I needed a beguilement from a certain blonde haired girl named Cheryl. Cheryl Gareth POV Punishments. That’s what I got from the little stunt I pulled out according to Margaret. Any by Stunt, she was referring to the little chat I had with Allen.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.

"Tell him that the grey in his eyes is a lie. Tell him that the love didn't go into me... it went into the Heir. The Heir is holding his love hostage. That’s why it’s so powerful. If he can take it back... if he can force himself to feel again... the Heir will shatter." "Rhea! Don't go!" The throne of stars began to recede, moving away at an impossible speed. The obsidian floor cracked, and the nebulae above began to collapse into a singular, blinding point of violet light. "Find the heartbeat, Blaze!" Rhea’s voice echoed one last time. "Find the heart that still beats for the world!" Blaze reached out, his fingers brushing against the cold, unyielding shadow of the archive as the Between be

“Having doubts right now will not going to help us, all we need to do is trust them.” The comfort and somehow like a promise that he confirms and assures her. For in the void where they are now trapped into. A type of blessing and temporary safe heaven that darkness doesn’t exist. The warm ray of light embraces them, and the scent of the Sakura flower that is calming is all around. The peace and tranquility after all the pain, blood, and sweat that they both just went through. This very place is a sanctuary, the safest place where they are currently trapped inside until that one shard soul is finally awakened.