Novel & Cerita The Sweetest Oblivion Free Read

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.

He gave in to exhaustion, head heavy against my neck. Then, the room’s atmosphere shifted. The artificial, plastic smell of the pills vanished. Without the blockers, Elliot’s true, natural scent flared into the room for the first time. It wasn’t the fake, neutral scent of a Beta, nor the bitter aroma of panic. It was pure, crisp citrus and sweet white clover, exploding into the dark space with a raw, intoxicating intensity that hit my system like a physical blow. My chest locked. My nostrils flared as the sweet scent flooded my brain, sending a violent spike of raw, possessive hunger straight down my spine. The sheer sweetness was overwhelming, a perfect match to my heavy cedarwood, making m

In less than thirty minutes, the wedding between the president of the Smiths Corporation and the only daughter of the Lopez family was the news headline of six major stations and blogs in the city of New York. “Perfect.” Natasha's face flushed with an evil smile as her phone beeped, displaying her name and that of Adrian on the trending sessions of every headline. “Can they go now?” Adrian demanded. “Of course.” She turned to one of her men. “Do the needful.” Dan and Flora's limbs had grown completely weak when the men lost the ropes. “Dan—” “Daddy.” The little boy didn't know when those words escaped from his lips as Adrian rushed forward and held him up in a tight embrace.

The sweetness in the air became almost suffocating, drowning out all other scents, all other thoughts. Surrender, Bima. The whisper was back, not just in his mind, but seeming to emanate from the very walls of the lift. Embrace the final bliss. The struggle is over. Peace awaits. Bima gripped Lia's hand, his knuckles white. He could feel her struggle, her efforts to hold onto the gritty reality that Core Prime was trying to erase. Kevin slumped against the wall, his head lolling. His eyes were wide, vacant, a blissful smile stretching across his lips. "So… sweet," he murmured, his voice slurred. "The perfect Indomie… I can taste it… everywhere."

I turned off my phone as I did not want to see her texts anymore. Although I already knew the truth, every message still felt like a blade stabbing straight into my chest. I couldn't stop crying. At least this betrayal would be over soon. Once I left Frostholm Isles, I would disappear. The next morning, Lorenzo and I arrived at the airport. Just as we reached the boarding gate, Marjorie sent a new message. "I heard you two are traveling? Going back to where you first met? "You think returning there will make him remember his old feelings and choose you again?

Sophia always knew what to say to stop me from falling apart. Wiping my eyes with my middle finger, I tried to smile even though she couldn’t see me. “Passing through, huh? Can I pass through to an island with a rich sugar daddy who doesn’t require actual sugar?” She giggled softly. “You’d still complain about the sand being too hot.” That made me laugh, properly this time, and for a moment I could almost forget where I was. But then the memory of that email crept back, and my smile faded.

she called out with joy. However, the two cats seemed oblivious. They cuddled on Ruby's shoulder, sticking out their pink tongues and affectionately licking Ruby's face. Ruby affectionately caressed their soft fur, her face filled with joy. That smile filled Larissa with bitter envy, as if she had just swallowed something bad.

L smoothly said as if his previous action of pinching the bodyguard to interrupt him wasn't seen by the family. To be so shameless must be a gift. “Of course, it was our pleasure hosting you...” Arya spoke as calmly and fluently as she could muster. She hoped that all the high-class novels she had read in the city library won't fail her. “Then I can leave in peace... Goodbye.” And in less than a minute, the two of them had left their house. “And also, your home truly is lovely...” Mr. L commented as the car drove off.

Estel heard simply the lovely description of love at its most sensual without feeling any embarrassment at the specificity, maybe because the words were recorded rather than spoken to her. She didn't find the love scenes in his earlier works sweet and compassionate. This one was probably not, but the others weren't. Something within her seemed receptive to the idea that love might be right, sound, and thrilling. Estel experienced the bliss the man in the narrative gave to his future bride as he took her gently but passionately. The sting of invasion gave way to the comfort of ownership. Then, the burning wants to be whole in this man's arms—the consummation of mutuality and oneness.

He pushes hard while releasing his sweet juices. He searched my lips for a kiss. We are now drive in silence. I can’t help but ponder the tenderness of his kiss, just as I felt a rush of euphoric bliss envelop me, making my heart sing with pure joy. At the same time, there are a few more thrusts that are up to the bone. *** I WAS AWAKENED by a little kiss on my neck, and a smile flashed on my lips before looking around. As if I were stoned by what I saw, his lovely face opened out to me. I swallowed hard as I stared at his strawberry-red lips.