A Student's Obsession Cast Novels & Stories

He then added, "You need to get over your fucking obsession with that girl." "I'm not fucking obsessed with her," Andrea whispered in response, closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose. "You don't love her, do you? Because if you do, why the fuck are you locking her up? Why is she so young, and why does she not own a phone?”

“You haven’t left that house since last weekend. What gives? We’re all dying over here.” Maya leaned into the camera. “Seriously, Reinna. The library is a social graveyard without you. We tried texting, but you just sent back a single emoji of a book and a skull.” I laughed, a bit nervously. “Yeah, well, those emojis are accurate. I’m drowning. Finals are next week, and I need to pass everything to keep the scholarship. You guys know how it is.” “We know, but we also know you,” Sarah said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You always study. But you always take breaks. You always meet us for the terrible two-dollar coffee. What’s really keeping you locked up? Is the handsome st

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

She went all in. It was bold and dangerous. And the second she walked out with her friend, I felt the weight shift in the room. Every set of eyes burned with envy, with suspicion, with malice. My crew felt it too. “You sure about this, boss?” Dante asked, twirling the ring on his finger. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, grinning like he knew the chaos that was about to come. “Because that looked permanent.” “Permanent?” I scoffed, leaning back. “Don’t overthink it. I just need to shut some pussy up. That’s all.”

They hold parasols and sip from thermoses that definitely don't contain coffee or tea. To my right, the ground shakes as shirtless students with excessive body hair spar in the dirt, throwing each other into concrete pillars. Werewolves. We are a visual disaster. Dean Nox glides ahead like royalty in her shadow-woven dress. Arlo stumbles behind her, a porcelain doll one stiff breeze away from shattering. And me? I look like a crime scene on legs—caked in dried Zerg blood, smelling of violence, and grinning like I own the place.

She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her. Cassie stared at the folder with a scowl, but her face beamed at the comments. She held her phone and deleted the data right in my face. “Poppy, save your idiot’s guide to yourself. It’s not for me. “Watch and learn. I’ll have Camden under my spell. He’ll be smitten with me, even if all I do is talk about SpongeBob SquarePants.” Not the least bit upset, I smiled brightly. “Good luck to you.

"You're a twenty-one-year-old student with a ruined name." "And you’re a man who has been obsessed with that student for three years," I snapped. "You need me to get into Arthur’s safe. You need me to keep up the act at the University. You can't do this without me, and we both know it." Caspian stared at me. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. I didn't blink. I didn't move. I saw the moment his expression shifted—not into anger, but into a weird kind of respect.

“How can you be that sure?” Freud took a long and deep breath. It’s so tiring to debate with a stone-hearted woman like Aleta. From the beginning, he never liked Aleta’s personality. She was really smart and very talented, but also a bit crooked. “It’s okay if you don’t believe Miss Kim, but … she’s really Mr. Song’s personal assistant.” “What?”

"What does that mean? Stephanie was growing more and more confused as to where this conversation was leading but she was ready to give her support to the boy in front of her. He was in enough pain and she could feel it. Hell, the baked turkey in the oven could feel it. "Little Miss Devil." "Whoa, that bad?" "The worst, they say she's obsessed with Dylon for some reason and has had a crush on him since grade one. She followed him literally everywhere and guess what, the second she saw I was close to him, she began throwing herself at me too. She has fucked the entire football team. I could have sworn coach Bennett had fucked her too. She's even fucked all my friends they've got pictures and v

" Why are you so stubborn?" He lowered his head and wanted to look into her downcast gaze, but she didn't raise her head. She was crying and freeing her hair from his grip. "You're not afraid of me." He moved closer to her, his lips touching Tashfa's half-open lips. He didn't move back. "I am afraid ..." She said in a trembling voice. "But I see nothing but rebellion in your big eyes. I want to see the fear in your eyes. I want to see you growl." His eyes were starting to change color. It had now turned dark red. Screams started coming out of Tashfa's lips.