Novel & Cerita A Fatal Obsession

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

I muttered, even though I knew I probably was. Rafael put his cup down and crossed his arms. “You were drunk, dancing with strangers, and causing attention. That is the definition of making a scene. Especially after everything that’s been happening with the media.” I clenched my jaw. “I just wanted one night to breathe. Is that so hard to understand?” “You don’t get to ‘breathe’ when someone tried to kill you a few weeks ago,” he said sharply. “You don’t get to act reckless when there are still people out there who want you dead. Grow up, Cassian.”

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?

Damon heard what I said and just smirked. "You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening. There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

“Camden knew from the start that I wasn’t you, so it’s not my fault that the deal fell through. You owe me a replacement! “I-I should get Trevor Mynard in return! I’ll conquer him without a hitch!” The mention of his name stopped me in my tracks, and a knowing smirk tugged at my lips. “Sure. He’s yours.” Thank goodness. I’d had enough of Trevor’s obsession with being right all the time.

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.

“Because that crazy fucker with mental issues will kill himself first. I mean, you were the one keeping him sane after all. It is not a secret everyone in that cursed place knows it. But you chose to make your eyes blind. You all are pathetic, really. It is a wonder that you managed to kill me, but I guess you took me by surprise.” He said cackling, and I began gasping for breath as the walls closed on me and my vision turned black. I held my chest tightly as I struggled to breathe. No, this can’t be right. Michael is stronger than this. He will never kill himself as long as I was here alive, at least. He will always wait for me. “Right, he even visits you every day and tells you how much he