The Sweetest Oblivion Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

At the Hollow Sovereign. At Kael. Then finally— At Lyra. Something ancient stirred behind his mismatched eyes. Recognition. Interest. And something far more dangerous. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "After all this time..." His voice was soft. Beautiful. Wrong. The shadows throughout the sanctuary bent toward him. The silver flames dimmed. Even the Heart seemed to hesitate. The Sovereign of Oblivion had awakened. And he looked delighted to see them.

I pause and turn back. “Tomorrow?” I whisper. He smiles and nods. “Tomorrow.” I slipped out. Closing the door softly. I walk down the hall… avoiding the creaky board. Back to my bed. I still feel him inside me. I still smell him on my skin. I pull the blanket over me, and smile into the dark. We’re going to hell for this. But right now… Right now it feels like heaven.

Something inside me whispered no. A tiny, stubborn spark clawing for air. He tilted his wrist toward me again. "Trust me, Olivia." His voice poured over me like silk—warm, enveloping, inescapable. The spark guttered. I lowered my mouth once more. As his blood hit my tongue again, the ache in my chest dulled. The spark dimmed. The face with golden eyes blurred into nothing. Dimitri sighed contentedly, stroking my cheek. "See? You’re already forgetting."

"You'll leave Ryan, because I know deep down, you want me. Who do you think of when you touch yourself?" "You." I blurt out without thinking, and my eyes widen. A smug look takes over his handsome face. He leans close until his lips are inches away from mine. "All you need is someone to channel all that pent up hunger into." He whispers. "All that longing, all that passion. Let me give you a hobby, cupcake. Let me show you the darkness you crave for." I gulp softly. This is what I've always wanted. And this mysterious, unhinged stranger who sets me ablaze with a single look is offering it to me on a golden platter.

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Hehehe Anyways, all I just want to tell you is that don't be obsessed. Whether the person you love does not want you or you are in a relationship, keep obsession out of it. Love is sweet. Taste it ~Author Honeybeehive POV~ Thank you for giving my book a chance, couldn’t have been more grateful. I am really glad I could write this book. I hope one day, when this book goes popular, I will be here to celebrate with you. Thank you once again. Don't forget to check my other books♥️

"I just found that bottle in the trash. Testing showed that it contained a deadly poison. Just one sip would kill someone within an hour by melting their organs! Rebecca, how could you be so vicious?" But as soon as Nora finished speaking, a cry of surprise came from the crowd. On the big screen, after pouring the poisoned liquid into the wine, I murmured. "Will it really turn sweet? He probably won't notice if I sneak one sip, right?" The next second, I actually lifted the glass and took a sip. At the same time, my vision suddenly went black as I collapsed to the floor with a thud. My family rushed over, crying out. "Rebecca!" Theodore caught me with a pale face and snapped, "Call a doctor!

And then she was gone, her footsteps fading down the corridor, leaving behind only the scent of dust, old paper, and comfort. The door clicked shut behind Elsie, her gentle footsteps fading down the hall, leaving behind the warm scent of lavender soap and fresh-baked bread. I stared at the space where she stood just moments ago, and for a second, I missed the simplicity of before,.before the betrayal, before the chaos, before I became some twisted pawn in a story written long before I was born. My eyes fell back to the page, to the carefully inked text beneath the illustration of Alpha Theron Blackwood. The passage repeated in my head like a whisper:

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.