The Sweet Oblivion Novels & Stories

The sickening sweetness in the scent of an omega can only be suppressed by taking pills and trying to keep down your scent was like trying to hide from the sky. I moved around a bit stretching my hand and successfully opened the bedside drawer. I couldn't find water anywhere but luckily I was able to find three pills in the drawer. Which was more than enough. Releasing a relieved sigh, I tossed the very bitter pills inside my mouth chewing and swallowing them in ignoring the bitterness. I could remember whenever accidentally the pills touched my taste buds I would complain to Joss and ask for sweets. But at that moment the bitterness was way better and sweeter than the fear I had inside.

He reached past me, grabbed the printout held it up between us with one hand while the other kept teasing me through my panties, applying slow maddening pressure. “Read the headline,” he said. My voice came out shaky. “‘Unlock Summer: Bold Flavors, Zero Guilt’…” He hummed against my neck, approving. Fingers slipped under the lace now found my bare clit. Circled once. “Keep going.” I tried as much as I could, to keep my voice steady. “‘Our new line of low-sugar… ah…’” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit that spot that made my toes curl in my heels.

I bet those pitch black eyes would look delicious filled with fear, fresh off a run. I thought the only upside to this little pit stop was that I’d be in their home. Closer to Gavin, closer to the top, closer to more information that Oz could use to fuck up their shit, but every time Sweetness moves it’s adding more upsides to the list. She knocks into someone, stilling immediately, and if I wasn’t so distracted by the way her perfect curves sway as she walks, I would have identified this problem sooner. Gavin.

And for the second time I climaxed. “Sweet,” I heard him say. I opened my eyes gasping for breath when I saw Yulian looking at me with so much passion. He smiled at me only to bob his head again and suck all the nectar that I let out. “Yulian! Fuck!” I cried out; my head felt spinning in endless circles while Yulian’s hands buried on my behind lifting half of my body. I thrashed wildly but his strong arms held me firmly. “Ugh!” I moaned louder, fisting the grass on my sides unable to control my body. I was sure as hell the attendants inside the mansion could hear my wails. I was getting eaten by so much lust. I was almost out of breath when his sucking intensified and for the third time I wa

the only light source seemed to be the glittering disco balls hanging from the ceiling and the different colored spotlights shining everywhere. Cassie I can't bear it anymore, Rinna again murmured as they walked more further..The music blaring out of the speakers was at a high volume that damn it Rinna was scared that her eardrums would shatter . Come on dear for heaven's sake you have to stop being a fucking nerd, Cassie retorted helping her pass through the crowd of sweaty individuals making it to the bar .

as I was. ​"Goddammit! So tight, soft, hot, sweet, and perfect," Will’s words had me spiraling. ​Just as I was about to reach the climax, a HORRIBLE, HATEFUL sound began to blare somewhere in the living room, causing Will to freeze. "Fuck!" he cursed through gritted teeth, his voice a low hiss. "This better be important." He pulled out of me, and I instantly felt abandoned, unprotected... alone. My legs were shaking. "I’m sorry, honey. But I have to answer; it could be Susan."

He immediately caught my hand. "Now, I don't want you getting drunk on me." I gave him a cheeky grin. "Come on. Let me try just a little. It's a rare vacation. One won't hurt." His hands continued peeling shrimp as he gave me a mock glare. "Fine. But just a little." Excitedly, I popped the top and took a sip. Ugh. It was bitter. But very quickly, that was replaced by a sweet, savory sensation I couldn't quite name. I took a few more gulps. The bitterness began to fade, and I realized it was actually quite delicious.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Waking up with an hangover was probably the worst thing to happen to anyone in the world. What kind of spirits exactly do they use in the production of alcohol? Why in the world could something so sweet and bubbly be just as deadly? I let out a sharp breath and groaned loudly as I woke up. My head felt like someone was playing on it- like it was a conga drum, my forehead felt just about ready to split open, and my tongue tasted like I had washed and rinsed it with soapy water.

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

“Now, go. I need to finish all of this before going to that boring place." After finishing all the papers, I went to the bar called Delight. It looks like a normal club that everyone goes to when they want to dance and drink however it has a secret that no one knows except for those who are loaded with money. This is where the Sweet Delight is. A human auction for slaves or whatever you want to do with them. They don't care because all they care about is the greens that the buyers have in their wallets and banks. I went to the bartender and ordered a special drink called Sweet Delight that can only be ordered there. After taking a sip, I moved my finger to tell him to get closer.