Transcending Obscurity Novels & Stories

In nomine sapientiae, claritas subveni, Lux in tenebris, cogitationes repugnant. Per viam obscuram, lux splendescit, Veritas efflorescit, confusionem regredit. Through veils of time, let clarity emerge, Ancient wisdom is unlocked, secrets converge. Emerge from shadows, mysteries untold, In this sacred union, clarity takes hold. Clara lux, fulgentia signa, Dissolve the fog, our minds enshrined. Emerge, truth's beacon, in this sacred dance,

The Cost of Being Seen POV: Aidan There is a difference between observing something— And being acknowledged by it. We cross that line the moment it looks back. The point in space does not expand. Does not distort. Does not change in any visible way. But the shift is undeniable. Before, it existed. Now— It is aware. And more importantly— It is aware of us. “Maintain focus,” I say. My voice is steady. Controlled. Because anything else would make this worse.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

Steve couldn't help but appreciate how cleverly the disc jockey had placed everyone at the dance in a position to be auctioned off. A lot of people would have not raised their hands if volunteers had been sought, but by asking them to move to an area, they would have had to be proactive in not participating. People too shy to participate would be reluctant to be seen removing themselves from the fray. Steve had already learned something useful for the future.

Her biggest obstacle to date. She stopped what she was doing, closed her eyes and said a prayer. “Dear Heavenly Father, take away these cravings for evil I am starting to have. Though the heart and mind yearn for a more spiritual plane, sometimes the body is weak and the mind plays tricks. Keep my faith strong and my willingness to do what You would want for me always in my soul. Help me always try to follow Your guidance and keep my heart pure. Watch over my family in the days, weeks and months to come and keep them safe while I am away and if it is Your way, please guide me on my journey to the peak of Mount Everest, where I can find stillness and peace through You. Thank you for everythin

The little birds sang and flew freely from one place to another and transmitted a certain level of tranquility to me, however, my mind did not take long to return to the same thing again and again, Isaac did not come to class and I still did not decide to go look for him or no, it was very possible that he refused to talk to me. There was a couple of doves on the branch of an oak and it was too cute for me to see them close together and with their eyes closed. A part of me didn't want to leave the house, but I knew perfectly well that being in college was distracting me a bit so it was the best for my sanity.

"You want to expose him publicly." "I want to make him visible," she said. "A man who has operated in complete invisibility for twenty years has no defense against visibility. His entire architecture depends on not existing in any meaningful way to the people who could dismantle him. The moment he exists—" She stopped. "The cautious ones stop looking away. The international bodies that have been finding nothing because they've been looking in the wrong places suddenly have somewhere to look. The financial instruments he's built lose their protective function because the people operating them can no longer claim ignorance."

She cut in, "That's easy! Just dig up all those poisonous, rotting plants! Leaving them will only pollute the water source and make things worse!" Once the topic turned to how they should punish traitors within the pack, Vivian's tone sounded smug as she said, "Me? I punished a traitor once! I made him eat his own crap! I humiliated him so badly that he wouldn't dare to try anything again!" "Routine training?" Vivian had a scornful look on her face. "I'm of noble birth. I don't need to sweat like those dumb Omegas every day!" At first, the Lunas merely exchanged odd glances and stared at Vivian strangely. Gradually, the smiles on their faces faded with every word that came out of her mouth.

His lips came to my ear and everything inside me went on alert with anticipation. “I am a shadow, love,” he whispered. “Shadows don’t speak.” The words rang truer than they should. I stilled. This is how he operates. “That is how I survived. That is how things get done — without speaking, without letting anyone know, and then just like that everything disappears.”

Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet guest house. He craved excitement, adventure—anything to rid himself of the heavy lethargy weighing him down. So, what better plan than to head out to the clubs? Without a second thought, Bryan dashed to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He rummaged through his wardrobe, tossing aside shirts and pants until he found the perfect outfit: a sleek black shirt and jeans that hugged his frame just right. Minutes later, Bryan stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar and running a hand through his tousled hair. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and left the room