A Student's Obsession Cast Novels & Stories

she whispered, resting her elbow on the desk, “I could put your name on the casting list if you want.” I frowned. “Casting for what?” “A student film project,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “They need someone who can look… mysterious, elegant, classy.” She looked at me as if I were the answer to all her problems. I let out a short laugh. “Me? Mysterious?” “Shh!” Megan pressed her finger dramatically against her lips, her eyes flicking toward the door. I turned—and that’s when I saw Aaric Bernardi walking into the room.

He pulls back, scrambling to his feet and walking to the seat in front of me. “Please yourself.” He orders, leaning back on the seat with his eyes stuck to mine. I could cum just by watching him. I stood up, stripping out of my pants without looking away. He watched me like a hungry beast as I dropped down to the floor, and parted my legs in front of him. My hands trembled as I stroke my cock, low sounds leaving my lips as I stare at him. “Do you do this for others?” He questioned, leaning forward to get a clearer view. Something about his possession made my body vibrate. He was the first to obsess over me and sort of liked it.

I’m shitting bricks by the time we round the corner, only to pause and frown when I see who else is waiting in the hallway. Outside Master Ombres’ office is a cluster of faces, some of them more familiar than others. Ivy and Tobias are by the door, their shoulders hunched as they murmur in hushed tones. On the opposite side is Quinn, one of the senior students, a quiet girl with tousled brown hair and glasses. Her mentee, Colton, is nowhere to be seen, but Nick, one of the other students who joined at the same time as me and Ivy, is standing in her shadow, his mousy hair pulled back into some kind of man bun.

A gorgeous man in white, and a handsome one with black hairs, two familiar faces, Alex and Zen. They finally found me. Their eyes were fixed on me. A smirk appeared in Alex's face. Zen's face was full of jealousy. Their eyes slowly followed where Edward was still doing his painting. I quickly turned back. Edward was so focused on his painting that he didn't even realise their presence. A wolf's obsession never dies, I remembered. I turned back and screamed from the top of my lungs, "Edward, Run!"

It could have been that her dress was ripped to pieces, and she was covered in blood. Standing by the fire student old man, his face glowing as his hand moved over the black cauldron atop the fire. His mouth moved and that was when Rachel noticed that the chanting came from him. He was loud staring at the dark sky with closed eyes. Rachael tries to pry open the shackled that was holding her against the tree, but she had no strength. Then suddenly that boy comes in front of her due to which she was present here at this time. Rachel P. O. V.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

Evelyn asks, and for the first time, I think I see fear in her eyes as she steps back. “Not yet.” Ziahra replies as she heads to the altar that overlooks the twelve tombstones. “Not yet.” Evelyn breathes as Ziahra began lighting some old candles that sat to the side. “We’re doing magic in a crypt? This screams dark arts.” Kash remarks. “Don’t call the ancient arts something as cheap as magic.” Ziahra says coldly. “You can’t really stop me…” Kash counters cockily.

he started, his voice faltering, "but I've gotten myself into a dire situation. I've incurred a debt with a man, a dangerous one, and... and there have been threats made against our lives." Elena's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing to make sense of the words. "Threats? Father, who is this man? What kind of debt are we talking about?" Elena's father hesitated, his gaze dropping to the letter. "His name is Marco Moretti. He's a powerful figure, and I owe him a substantial amount of money. I fear for our lives, Elena. For yours and your brother's." "Elena, I'm thinking of offering you to the crime boss in exchange for our lives."

They exchanged banter while Joey gently struggled with her hand and quietly sipped her drink. "By the way, there's a makeup look Yolanda isn't satisfied with. She said it resembled a geisha and accused me of sneaking in personal items," Joey chimed in as Cinna and Professor Watson enthusiastically discussed. Zachary cast a cold glance at Samuel. With a cup in hand, Samuel smiled just as maliciously. "Is it about that Asian-style makeup?" Professor Watson asked Joey. Joey nodded. "Young actors nowadays are not up to par. They should just obediently follow instructions. Instead, they insist on casting aspersions, showing a lack of cultural confidence," Professor Watson remarked and sighed heav

The same twenty-two-year-old who had stroked himself and come for me on camera just last night. My stomach dropped. Heat flooded my face, followed immediately by cold dread. He didn’t know yet. He hadn’t seen me pick up the card. But I knew. I knew exactly who he was. And worse — he was now my student. I slipped the card into my pocket, heart hammering against my ribs. My curvy chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to steady my breathing. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Because the strict, sarcastic Professor Zira Voss had been secretly obsessed with one of her own students for months — and now he was sitting in her classroom three times a week.