Novel & Cerita Two Sides Of The Coin Oblivion

Like a low grade electrical current pulsing from the coin into my hand. I glanced from the coin back to the strangely new and shiny doorknob on the old shack. They indeed both shared the same strange design. And for a moment—a second—a mini-film ran through my head of me stepping forward, grasping the shiny new doorknob (which would feel cool against my skin, and would be humming, too, like the coin), turning it and opening the door and seeing nothing but a deep blackness lit by black stars and a black moon . . .

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot t

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

The air vibrated with power so ancient it felt older than the world itself. And then, he saw them. Figures cloaked in silver light, their faces indistinct, their eyes burning with knowledge and sorrow. Voices overlapped, weaving into a chant that was both prayer and curse. He couldn’t make out the words at first, only fragments, whispers slipping into his bones. “Blood of fire… born of betrayal…” “The Sundering… a wound unhealed…” Kaelen staggered forward, desperate to understand. “What do you mean? Who am I?!”

he declared. The words landed like stones. Heavy. Permanent. "The Obsidian Covenant. Not the one written in law books, but the one written in blood. We protect the Asset. We protect the Truth. And we break anyone who tries to stop us." *Break anyone.* A shiver went down my spine. Not fear—recognition. It started at the base of my neck and rolled down, making the hair on my arms stand up. Belonging. It felt terrifying. It felt right.

Claire told him. "We need to go now, Gregory! The cave of illusion is far from here." Angel told him. "Yeah, I guess we have to go now!" Gregory agrees. "Here, cast this stone in the entrance. It will help you open the cave." Claire gives them a stone each. "Do we need to throw two?" Angel asks. "One for entering and one for going out. Remember that or you can't get out of there anymore!" Claire instructed. "It's mainly your fault but thank you for helping us!" Gregory commented.

Dangerously deliberate. The guardian growled. The Sovereign of Oblivion ignored him. Instead, he turned toward Kael. The sanctuary seemed to hold its breath. The two Sovereigns stared at each other. Shadow. Oblivion. Balance. Endings. Ancient forces meeting again after thousands of years. The Sovereign of Oblivion's gaze softened unexpectedly. "My old friend." Kael's expression remained cold. "We are not friends." The answer came instantly. The newcomer sighed dramatically.

"Account frozen. Assets liquidated." The moment the coin reached the apex of its flip, the three hundred pureblood mercenaries simply stopped. Their red eyes went blank. The supernatural energy fueling their bodies was instantly audited, foreclosed, and violently extracted. In a matter of seconds, three hundred elite warriors turned into gray, lifeless statues, before crumbling into piles of harmless dust. Where each mercenary had stood, a single, glowing gold coin dropped to the floor with a metallic clink. Silas stood completely alone, his jaw unhinged in absolute, mind-shattering horror. He watched his entire army get deleted from reality by a single flip of a coin.

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”