Arrans Obsession นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Madam Rawn cleared her throat loudly, calling to herself the attention of everyone in the room. “Get me some drinks, Danciana!” She ordered with an unfriendly voice, gazing at Danciana with a straight face. Her mood alone was great proof that she wasn't ready to tolerate any lunacy. Danciana immediately left the room and came back in a jiffy with a tray containing two bottles of wine and other glass cups. “Here we go!” Madam Rawn chimed as Danciana kept the tray on the table. Lorenzo brought out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket and crossed his legs. He brought a piece and lit it.

Andrews said, his voice laced with threat. The assistant looked at him with apprehension, but didn’t dare challenge him. He knew Andrews was completely immersed in a world he had created for himself, driven by his obsession with his former partner. Andrews ascended the stairs toward Aurora’s room. Even knowing he had gone too far, he didn’t care—not even the fact that she was in poor condition.

she said and Aurora looked at the glass and then back at Annabel and her chest felt tight now. Still… she reached for it, she lifted it again and this time… She drank, a small sip and she placed it down. “Now finish what you were saying,” Aurora said and Annabel watched her closely. “He is obsessed with you,” Annabel said. “Because of your power.” Aurora shook her head slightly. “No…” Her voice faded a bit and Annabel’s eyes flickered. Aurora then pressed her hand to her head again. “What…” Her vision blurred and Annabel leaned back slowly.

I changed the flowing shower to cold water and let it wash the hotness off my body. Moments later, I was back in the room, dressed and ready to sleep for the night. But every time I closed my eyes, she was all I could see. Every single thing kept reminding me of her. I took different positions, changed my posture countless times, but Caelia still didn’t stop running through my mind. It was like she was a leech that couldn’t be removed. There was no denying it anymore; I was fucking obsessed with her! Good or bad type of obsession? I didn’t know which one, but all I knew was that I wanted her so badly. The obsession kept growing when I tried to stay away from her. The thoughts of her just wou

“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.

Her voice trembled. His eyes immediately found hers. The hatred vanished. Instantly. Only for her. And somehow— That frightened Dante more than anything. Because that wasn't normal. That wasn't healthy. That wasn't love. It was obsession. Years of obsession. Years of waiting. Years of building an entire life around one missing person. Orion smiled again. A little softer. "You remembered." Aruna didn't answer. Because she didn't know what to say. She remembered pieces. Fragments.

Or something twisted, rotting, and hungry beneath the skin? Obsession, maybe? "And here is the man who said he was busy working," Arian’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and dangerous. There was no tremble, no falter. Just venom. "Are we really going to do this now? Going around, hanging out with other people?" Her eyes didn’t leave Justin. Her glare pinned him in place like a butterfly on a board. Then, she turned. The woman beside him blinked up at her, startled, eyes wide. She hadn't signed up for this.

That if Antonio touched her, tasted her, fucked her, maybe I'd stop feeling so obsessed. Maybe I will remember she was just a plaything. And just another sexual arrangement. I didn't like sharing things I was obsessed with. But if she was just a toy? Sharing wouldn't matter. That's what I told myself as I sent him the invitation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Antonio arrived at my penthouse around ten that morning. Antonio is tall, dark-haired, with an easy smile that women love. He clapped me on the shoulder. "You sounded urgent yesterday," he said. "What's going on?"

He needed to prove that his obsession was stronger than their design. "You think you’re a symptom?" he panted against her lips, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, possessive heat. "Then let me be the disease. Let’s be so sick, so twisted, so obsessed that even the Vanes are afraid to look at us." As they stood amidst the ruins of the ledgers, a low, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the floor. At the far end of the vault, a hidden projector hummed to life, casting a grainy, black-and-white film onto the stone wall.