The Sweetest Oblivion Book 2 Novels & Stories

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

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

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

Sweet black oblivion crept up, promising to claim me, taking me into its blissful nothingness. “Archer, my sweet boy, are you okay” the sweetest-sounding voice called to me, pulling me back from my promised oblivion. “Look at me, Archer, right in my eyes.” Doing as the heavenly voice wanted was hard, but there was no way I couldn’t do as she said, my body wanting nothing else but to do as she asked, to please her.

Mike warned her before she could carry on. Sarah gritted her teeth, heaving her anger. Mike bent down to untie her legs when his nose grazed the sweet smell of chocolate on her shiny legs, hitting him hard. Deep exhale swirled on her thighs, clenching a bit higher than it should. His eyes drooped off, inhaling the smell again. This time, with conscious bad intentions. When he opened up, there was no longer anger in it.

But the look of sorrow and fear conveyed enough. "Do not worry, you will never see them again. They can never enter the chance to be reborn. Not if I have anything to say about it." Ren bit into the Frost Bird taking out the Ion Crystal inside. He swallowed it. Fangs appearing he drain the remaining Ion energy and blood in the b east. "Tasty. To bad about the other wing however." *Bzzzzt!* A large bolt of lightning shot out. The Living Lightning Sect Disciple had defeated the afterimages. But by the looks of it she was on her last legs.

One slip and he’ll tear straight through. But I can’t stop. Won’t stop. The deal he forced me into is just smoke. A distraction. He doesn’t own me, and he never will. Which is why, the next morning, when I pass him in the hall and he smirks at me like the devil who thinks he owns my soul, I smile back. Sweet. Harmless. Obedient. And inside, I sharpen my knives. Because deals with the devil always end one way. In fire. The question isn’t whether I’ll burn. It’s whether I can make sure he burns first.

The glow between her legs was pulsing slow now, satisfied. The voices spoke again, clearer this time, almost gentle. We are the Honeyswarm. We came from the deep sea. Maxton gave us to you last night. We are inside you now. Bonded. You are infected. Bonnie’s eyes flew wide. “Wait… what?” Her voice cracked. She pushed herself up on shaky arms, water dripping off her nose. “Infected? Like… a fucking parasite? Are you shitting me right now?” Not a parasite. A symbiote. We give you pleasure. You give us a home. It is a good deal.