The Sweetest Oblivion Free Read Novels & Stories

she blabbered excitedly while the other two gave her a displeased look. "You can ask me anything," I said. Ming made the other two silent and turned to me with a serious look. I felt like a suspect under interrogation. "When did you fall in love with Bright?" "On day one." "But you've rejected him since day one! That's what mama said!" "I was lying." "Why you were a beta and suddenly became a sweet-smelling omega!?" "I was always an omega." "How?" "I lied." "You know lying is bad!!! RIGHT?!" "Yeah... I regret lying."

She’s really nice and sweet. I finished her cupcake, and because it was sweet, I felt intensely thirsty. But just like I promised Josh earlier, I tried not to drink anything. I wanted to fulfill and follow Josh’s instructions, even though I trusted the people I was with here today. Especially since Bam was here, one of the people I trusted. A few minutes passed, and suddenly I felt drowsy. I glanced at my watch. It was almost six in the evening. Josh must be arriving soon. I looked outside to wait for him until... everything went dark around me.

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she said, rolling her eyes as Reese stared at her in disbelief. Lucy had been injected with sedative again as Beatrice wanted to focus solely on Reese. "This is why it isn't good to be selfish. Look at where it brought you. You have no one to help you now. I want these words to sink into your head, so that in your next life, you will be content with what you have and learn to share or sacrifice. It has to sink deep into her head.” She darted her gaze at Jasper. “Please just get this disgusting thing off the earth plane." Beatrice said, looking unbothered if her sister was going to be killed.

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

"I know that it would be petty of me to take everything that I've given you in the course of our relationship, but it had all been a deception, so I'd rather take them back and have them donated to charity than have them wasted on you." One comment read, "Yes! I'm glad you're not blinded. Here I was thinking that you were going to give in to him!" "Shoutout to the besties who went there so we could see for ourselves who these scumbags are and avoid these landmines altogether. I'll be making a PDF about them. If anyone's interested, drop me a DM." "Why is nobody talking about the fact that Madam's such a pro? That was a sick kick!"

His thin eyelids blinked languidly, as if he were dreaming. Mitch was treating Douglass as if they were still lovers. "What about food?" Douglass, unconsciously following Mitch's lead, got under the blanket. Immediately, the slender body burrowed into Douglass's arms as if it had been waiting. "Just a little... later..." Mitch's fragrant pheromones enveloped Douglass's body. A deep satisfaction spread through him at the ticklish voice that sounded like whining and the warm sensation of skin against his. By the way, with this reluctance to eat, how had his past self convinced Mitch Forbes to eat?

Does it taste as sweet? Elaina lifted one leg, planting the sole of the flat boot she wore on the silk comforter without a second thought. She pushed at her leggings, lifting her hips and yanking them down with the one free hand, because it was going to be way too painful to remove the other hand from her breast. It was awkward and required a lot of moving to get it right, but she finally had the leggings down to the one ankle that was up on the bed. It is sweet. He continued as if he knew she was now open and ready. It’s sweet and you want to be tasted, devoured. You want full consumption and a release that will leave you wilted and sated.

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