The Sweet Oblivion Novels & Stories

Overborad - Justin Bieber 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Today, Gerald deliberately permits work. Because we want to be alone. Crazy indeed. But, I like to be with him when it's just alone. Because, it's time for me to indulge myself.

He instructed, and she obeyed. Their gazes fixed on each other, and he slowly pulled off every single fabric on her body, leaving her completely naked. "You are beautiful, Kitty." He muttered as he used his thumb to make circles on her nipples. "I want to devour you." He leaned in and sucked her nipple, his gaze still locked on her. "Every single bit of you." He continued and moved down a bit, sucking her flesh as he slowly went on his knees. Slowly, he slipped his fingers into her vulva and started sliding through her wetness. She was so fucking wet.

At kung 'di kumbinsido'y magtiwala ka [And if you're not convinced, trust] Hawakan ang puso't maniwala [Hold the heart and believe] Na ikaw lang ang s'yang inibig [That you are the only one I love]. Ikaw lang ang iibigin' [Only you will love] Styx's grip on my hand tightened, causing me to look at him. I saw the frown on his face, and he seemed annoyed. "Why?" I asked because his face suddenly changed. "He's looking at you," he uttered bitterly, so my gaze returned to the man on stage. True, he was looking in our direction but not at me. To the girl next to me, who was also looking at him stupidly.

They deserved a better child. Ignoring the protests and warning my aching body gave me, I willed myself to stand. I needed air, I was feeling suffocated and choked in my own body. I made my way to my closet and took the first big thing my eyes caught sight of. My black hoodie. Which brought somewhat warmth to my soul because black in all it's glory held a mysterious aura; a prefect color for me because I was damned but not condemned. Most people associated it with ominous speculations but it was still a beautiful color.

Xavier's pov “Anything else?” she asked, eyes on me, not the table. I shook my head once. “We’re good.” The waitress hesitated, then smiled wider before walking away, hips swinging like it was part of the job. Mockingbird by Eminem played softly in the background at the bar. Soft yellow lights washed over polished wood and leather seats. Josh sat across from me, one elbow on the table, fingers wrapped around a glass of Macallan 18. Same as mine. The bottle sat between us, already half empty. I hadn’t noticed when the waitress poured the last round. She was good at that.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed when I woke up and found a thin blanket draped over me. Yvonne was gone. I searched the entire house. She'd left while I was asleep, that was for sure. I tried to call her, but her phone had been turned off. Hastily, I texted Hermione. "I'm back. What are you doing?" "You're too late. You flaked on us first. We've found ourselves a new client," she texted back soon. I threw on my coat and stormed out, remembering the text that Hermione had sent me earlier—Ziton Hotel, Room 1802.

Theo smiled at Eva, he wasn't expecting the question because he is aware that Eva has so much hatred for his brother so the question was just unexpected. “Eva, Eric was not always this way, he was once this sweet and considerate boy, he was caring in a very healthy way, he smiled a lot and joked a lot….” “But…?” Eva asked, in this kind of story it is obvious that there's always a but and she really wants him to get to that part of the story. “Our mother was killed in front of him, by some random loan sharks so that changed him, that was the day he sold his soul to the devil” Theo explained.