The Sweetest Oblivion Book 2 Novels & Stories

She sighed sadly as she stood in the center of the lovely room and gently turned around to look at its contents, thinking it would be like him to do such a thing. She walked up to the desk and noticed a tiny table behind it housing a contemporary typewriter. She stroked the keys cautiously, recoiling a bit at the sense of warmth they generated, almost as if Michael had just used the machine, and wondered why Michael hadn't bought a computer, which would have been a big benefit to him given the volume of work he cranked out. She quickly withdrew her hand, disappointed by the momentary sensation of pleasure she had experienced. She clamped her lips together, resolute to resist the charismatic

Mike tumbled through darkness and noise. Thunder and rain crashed down on pavement, light flashed and then darkness again. Beep - beep. Another flash of light... Sarah's voice... one of his other sisters crying... The darkness receded. He was with his high school girlfriend again. Mike briefly forgot her name, but then it came back to him. Emily. She smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. The perfume she wore wafted over him and he smiled. Obsession Nights: he remembered buying her a bottle of it for Christmas. He'd forgotten how pretty Emily was. Her shoulder-length, curly blonde hair bounced down to her shoulders, beautiful green eyes that seemed to sparkle. A silver cross

Freya slipped beneath the surface of consciousness like a stone through black water, fast, silent, inevitable. Oblivion didn’t swallow her whole. It studied her, unraveling time in silver ribbons that shimmered and snapped around her limbs. She drifted down, through skies that pulsed like molten glass, the taste of blood and smoke still raw on her tongue. But the blood was too sweet. And the smoke... it was so familiar. When her feet found ground again, it wasn’t solid.

But when I looked at his eyes— I didn’t see Kael. I saw Oblivion. And it was smiling. The blade pulsed in my grip, black light crawling over my skin like chains made of shadow. Whispers coiled in my head, soft and sweet and promising everything I was too afraid to want— Power. Control. Enough strength to break him before he broke the world. All I had to do was let go. All I had to do was say yes. “Elara.” Kael’s voice again—low and soft and wrapped in something that made my bones want to break.

he said, wiping off a trickle of sweat that slowly trailed down his forehead. “Yes, I'm fine,” he replied her. He went silent for some seconds as his mother spoke to him. “No, he left me alone,” he said, referring to Harold. “I'll find my way, mother, don't bother.” He fell silent again then added, “that's why I'm the next alpha. If Harold was able to find his way last year, I will be able to this year even easier than he did.” He ended the call and sighed, wiping off another trickle of sweat. The naturally high temperature of the school wasn't one he was used to.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

The title said 'The Fault in Our Stars'. "I think you'd like this one. But don't get your hopes up..." Caleb smiled. I held the book to my chest and thanked him. Getting my hands on a new book is something close to magical for me. I finally bid Caleb goodbye, and the next thing I know...the shotgun seat of the truck was right in front of me. Dom went out and held the door open. I mindlessly entered the vehicle while holding the book, reading its sypnosis. I could feel Dom's cold stare linger at what I'm holding before he went back to the driver's seat.

"They think if they can prove that the 'Sweetness' can be blocked, the South will return to the 'Zero-Pulse' model. They want to show the world that our freedom is just a 'Chemical-Glitch'." ​"Then we’ll show them that a glitch can tear their throat out," Rhea said. ​They reached the perimeter of the Logic-Fortress—a windowless cube of reinforced concrete that looked like a tomb. As they stepped across the "Null-Line," the world went silent. The mind-link vanished. The "sweetness" of Elias’s presence was replaced by a cold, hollow void. ​Rhea looked at Elias. He was still there, but he looked small, his silver-glow extinguished by the field. They were no longer "The Alpha and The Apex." They

Eyes wide. Then finally, “No…” The whisper shattered the last thread of restraint I had left. A low groan escaped me before I kissed her again. And this time, Irene kissed me back with equal hunger. Her lips tasted sweeter than anything I had ever known. Every touch after that became harder to resist. The warmth between us deepened rapidly until even the air around us felt too hot to breathe. Sweat clung to our skin while firelight flickered softly across the room, wrapping everything in gold and shadow.