The Sweetest Oblivion Series Novels & Stories

**After 5 Months** ~Cassie’s POV~ I was 5 months pregnant and I was living with Suzie and Christopher and my eldest brother Gabriel and his wife Tatiana they got married a year ago. When Steve informed them about all that happened Gabriel and Chris were seethed with anger but I kept them calm. I don’t know about any whereabouts of Liam from the past 5 months. I tried so hard to forget him but I can’t. My siblings are taking good care of me and I am living with Suzie and Christopher.

She’d set up the camera, gotten in bed, and repeated the phrase to induce lucid dreaming. What had happened between then and now? How had she wound up… nowhere? Because this place wasn’t a here. It wasn’t a place. It was oblivion. You weren’t supposed to be aware of oblivion. The human mind wasn’t built to cope with emptiness—a true, hopeless, sensationless blank. Grace tried to bring back that feeling of her soft, warm sheets, but it was gone, snatched away from her as soon as she let it go. She tried to look at her hands and feet, but they weren’t there.

I bet those pitch black eyes would look delicious filled with fear, fresh off a run. I thought the only upside to this little pit stop was that I’d be in their home. Closer to Gavin, closer to the top, closer to more information that Oz could use to fuck up their shit, but every time Sweetness moves it’s adding more upsides to the list. She knocks into someone, stilling immediately, and if I wasn’t so distracted by the way her perfect curves sway as she walks, I would have identified this problem sooner. Gavin.

ah not really, I'm not that hungry" she says softly and I scoff. No way in hell I'm going to let her leave without eating. I pulled a chair out for her to seat in and then I sat next to the little angel Ophelia, she looks up at me with a huge smile on her face showing off her perfect white teeth. " good to see you again Sweet Angel" I say and she covers her face in awe at the nickname I gave her. Luciana looks between both of us confused "did I miss something?" she asks

The sickening sweetness in the scent of an omega can only be suppressed by taking pills and trying to keep down your scent was like trying to hide from the sky. I moved around a bit stretching my hand and successfully opened the bedside drawer. I couldn't find water anywhere but luckily I was able to find three pills in the drawer. Which was more than enough. Releasing a relieved sigh, I tossed the very bitter pills inside my mouth chewing and swallowing them in ignoring the bitterness. I could remember whenever accidentally the pills touched my taste buds I would complain to Joss and ask for sweets. But at that moment the bitterness was way better and sweeter than the fear I had inside.

He was obsessed with me, and to him that obsession was the most beautiful thing in the world. THE END.

he said, his voice cheerful but flat, like a recorded message. Liora reached out with her senses. Where there should have been a tapestry of memories, joy, anger, love, sorrow, there was only a single, repeating note. A bland, contented hum. It was the most terrifying emptiness she had ever felt. "This is the work of the Oblivion," the Remnant murmured. "It has learned from your actions. It knows that powerful, painful memories can be anchored and used against it. So, it is creating memories with no power at all. Memories with no pain, no joy, no depth. A world of pleasant nothingness. A story with no conflict, and therefore, no heart."

“Never… I’ll never let you sigh, howl and growl underneath the other men’s bodies, Eva Sweetheart… You only belong to me; you solely belong to Sugar Aquarius Minarto…” Sugar Aquarius pounced his Eva Sweetheart’s perfect, gorgeous, slim as well as sexily intoxicating body again. Their lips, mouths and tongues twisted one after another again. Their hands were seen exploring, travelling as well as adventuring on each other’s flawless, gorgeous as well as sexily intoxicating bodies. Hot bed was begun again. Words, phrases as well as sentences weren’t needed anymore. Sighing, howling and growling were soon audible throughout Sugar Aquarius’ personal room that night.

"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!"

One slip and he’ll tear straight through. But I can’t stop. Won’t stop. The deal he forced me into is just smoke. A distraction. He doesn’t own me, and he never will. Which is why, the next morning, when I pass him in the hall and he smirks at me like the devil who thinks he owns my soul, I smile back. Sweet. Harmless. Obedient. And inside, I sharpen my knives. Because deals with the devil always end one way. In fire.