The Sweetest Oblivion Book 2 Novels & Stories

Alex It took every ounce of control I had to keep myself together during my own mating ceremony. How could she smell that sweet? That dangerously tempting? And what I hated most was watching him run straight to her, grabbing her hand like his most priced possession. Now the regret is starting to eat me alive. Aina should have been mine, but I ruined everything. Who would have thought her scent could be this intoxicating—so irresistible that every male last night wanted a taste of her? And to make it worse, I didn’t even recognize her right away when I first saw her at Osborn’s side.

She tasted as sweet as sweet caramel and strawberries. I felt the surge of Axel as he tried to push through. Her scent and taste must have been so strong, that it called him forward. I managed to keep him at bay, but he was close to the surface. Just then I felt a shock go through me. It started at my tongue, causing me to pull it back. That was one sensation I did know. I never thought I would ever feel that again. Brooklyn Blakley was my second chance mate. Have I really been this blind that I didn’t realize all the signs that were already there?

"In ten minutes." As Sofia walked toward the bathroom, she felt the warmth of him still inside her, a secret weight that she carried with pride. She knew the world outside the estate was falling apart—her father was a ghost, the syndicate was a war zone—but inside the library, in the arms of a monster, she had found a strange, terrifying kind of peace. She stepped into the oversized marble tub, the hot water swirling around her. As she sank beneath the surface, she thought about the word 'love.'

He exuded a sweet scent as he was covered and devoured by countless golden bees. The very moment he vanished, I felt a surge of immense power coursing through my body. My mouth was instantly filled with a bittersweet taste. I savored it. It was the taste of greed and corruption in the depths of Nicholas' soul. Within it, I gained a strange, chilling satisfaction. The world changed before my eyes. I stretched out my fingers as if I could touch the floating dust particles of hope in the air. I completely lost the ability to taste anything else. Only the sweetness of that fruit remained on my tongue.

Without waiting any longer, Sugar Aquarius gobbled up that pinky challenging womanhood valley right in front of him. Evania sighed, howled and growled quite long this time. She felt as though her feet hadn’t been touching the ground anymore. She felt as though her soul had been fluttering up to the heavenly horizon up there. She sensed as though there’d been quite a lot of butterflies fluttering here and there inside her stomach. She thought that she wanted this happiness, exhilaration as well as enjoyment to last as long as possible. “Keeping saying my name, Eva Sweetheart… Keeping saying that you love me, Eva Sweetheart… I like to hear it…” tweeted Sugar Aquarius again before he continued

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

The final conflagration where everything would either be saved. Or consumed in the raging inferno of sweet oblivion.

Her sobs shook her, her grip tightening, but I felt it—the weight lifting, nature righting itself as the Alphas and Selene faded into nothing. The torchlight dimmed, my eyes fluttering shut, the sounds of their voices—Damien’s murmurs, Lucien’s growl, Aaron’s steady tone—fading into a distant hum. Olivia’s wail cut through, raw and broken, but I slipped away, my sacrifice complete, the secret I’d kept now her strength, the cavern swallowing me into silence.

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.