The Sweetest Oblivion Free Read Novels & Stories

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.

The room felt warmer and more intimate. I opened the box and took out the vibrator. It was smooth, curved, and surprisingly heavy in my palm. My cheeks burned as I turned it on. The low, powerful buzz filled the quiet room, making my stomach flutter. I lay back against my pillows, heart racing. Before I could overthink it, I opened I*******m and went straight to Ezekiel’s profile. There it was — the most liked video that I had also been obsessed with for weeks.

She saw it now: the way Selene’s fingers lingered on Damien’s wrist, and the way their voices dipped into a low murmur, sharing secrets Elara was never meant to hear. “Morning, Ellie!” Selene chirped, her voice dripping with fake honey. “You look beautiful today.” Elara felt a surge of pure, icy bile rise in her throat, but she bit the inside of her cheek until the copper taste of blood grounded her. “Thank you,” Elara said, her voice smooth as silk. “You too, little sister.” As she sat down, Damien leaned in. The scent of his expensive cologne—once her favorite—now made her want to gag. It smelled like the end of her life.

I really tried. But the pain kept dragging me under. The fresh mark burned hotter with every passing second while blood soaked through my clothes. The world spun violently around me. Then suddenly, a woman screamed nearby. The sound sliced through my head so sharply it made me flinch. And everything went black. … Darkness. Silence. No pain. No fear. Just… peace. For the first time in what felt like forever, nothing hurt. Not my body. Not my heart. I drifted there quietly, almost unwilling to leave it behind.

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 Darkness. For a blissful, fleeting moment, there was nothing but the soft oblivion of sleep. Then, a sharp, cold realization pierced the haze, dragging me back to the nightmare. Not my sister. My mate. The lost Alpha of Moonstone. The words Ronan's desperate voice, Elias's sorrowful confirmation crashed down on me, heavy and suffocating, each one a fresh hammer blow against my fractured reality.

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.

Pliny (Natural History, Book Eight, paragraph 33) tells us nothing of the posthumous aptitudes of this ophidian, but the conjunction of the two ideas of seeing (mirar) and dying (morir) vedi Napoli e poi mori [see Naples and die]—must have influenced Shakespeare. The gaze of the basilisk was poisonous; the Divinity, however, can kill with pure splendor or pure radiation of manna. The direct sight of God is intolerable. Moses covers his face on Mount Horeb, “for he was afraid to

Traffic moved slowly around them, but inside the car, everything felt fast and reckless. Rachel’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as a wave of pleasure crept through her. Kristen leaned over and whispered in her ear. “You’re delicious. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted, Baby. You're so fucking sweet." Rachel didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Her body responded before words ever could. Her toes curled inside her shoes, and she bit her bottom lip to suppress a moan. Her orgasm took her by surprise. It was sudden and quiet yet intense. Kristen drew her hand back, slowly, and brought her fingers to her lips. She licked them clean, as her eyes remained locked on Rachel.

"You are the most gorgeous pregnant woman Mrs. Samaniego and I love you so much!" I couldn't be happier. He had me and he was mine for life. Our obsession for each other gave fire to our relationship. We always thought about each other all the time. I was is confident that I didn't need to seduce him but I wanted to. It gave me a kind of high knowing that Trevor always found me beautiful and desirable though I felt ugly now that I was pregnant again. I rejected him and he gave me a sweet revenge which led us to this sweet and blissful life. Our ugly past ended into a happy ever after.