Arrans Obsession นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

And right now, he seemed to be running his hands down the fabric to regain that unfazed composure he usually wore. His furrowed brows, stress lines and tired eyes were an indication of that he was clearly out of sorts. Every other thing, was screaming perfection; like his hair, messy from being raked through one too many times, only made him appear more attractive in an unintentional way. Gabriella turned away when her attention wondered from his face to his chest. She didn't need the distraction when she already felt so confused about what she meant to everyone. Her father, the mafia, the Russians, the war which she allegedly caused, and even Marco.

“Because tonight… I will show you exactly how much I own you. And by the time I’m finished, no one in your life will dare challenge that—not Tyler, not anyone. You belong to me. And I intend to make sure you never forget it.” The corridor remained empty, silent except for the soft, heavy sound of their breathing and the muted hum of the hospital. The outside world ceased to exist. There was only him, her, and the unrelenting, consuming intensity of Mateo López’s obsession—an obsession that would dismantle any obstacle, erase any past, and claim her completely. And Ariana let herself fall into it. Fully, irrevocably, completely.

“You both wanted me. Fine. But rigging the bet? Cameras? This feels like I’m in something I can’t get out of.” Maddox’s hand paused on my shoulder. “You can get out. Say the word and the week ends tonight. But I think you don’t want that.” I didn’t answer. Because he was right. Festus appeared in the doorway with a glass of water. “Drink this.” I took it. The silence stretched until Maddox finally spoke again. “We’ve both wanted you for a long time, Anita. Different reasons. I like the way you push back. The fire. Festus… he’s more protective than he lets on.”

Randy rasped, clawing at Anji’s blazer. Sarah, observing from the shadows of the machinery, began to unzip her dress, her movements unhurried, eerie, and purposeful. Her eyes met Anji's, and the look of hollow adoration she projected sent a jolt of pure, predatory electricity down his spine. She knew the sequence—they all knew it. They were going to overload the network with a single, massive injection of human sensation, binding their synapses together while the machine broadcast the override to the world.

That almost made things worse. "Then what was I?" Dante stared at her with something dark and conflicted moving behind his eyes, like he genuinely didn't know how to answer. In that moment Ariana understood something terrifying, Dante Cole hadn't made that bet because he wanted attention. He'd made it because he was obsessed. But obsession wasn't love. It was hunger, possession, and control, and Ariana had spent her whole life surviving men who wanted ownership instead of understanding. Her father, her ex, and now Dante. Never again.

- If I were to read your thought right now, I would say you wonder why Miron is not here yet. Annabelle was here again. I don’t understand her and her attitude and to be honest, I don’t want to. I have so much in my head right now to worry about her anymore. Her problem is so insignificant, she loves Miron. Well, love is a way too much of a word for her. She developed an obsession for him and now she comes to brag this about here, in my face. I know Miron is not paying attention to her and never will but it still hurts because I considered her my friend. - What do you want?

He grasped it and mumbled to himself about how the absence of his toy had made him become limp. He swore that if she wasn't found by the time he came back from destroying Black Moon, he would do something drastic to his men: Lorenzo and Batista. He walked out of the room and rode the elevator down to the floor where their room was situated. He was about to knock on their suite door when he picked up an excited scream from Batista with his wolf hearing. "Lorenzo! come! Come and see this!" He heard him shout breathlessly. Vishal was also curious to know what had made them excited so he knocked hard on the door. Lorenzo opened the door and admitted a fully dressed Vishal into the room.

Arianna also got up. "We know how to find out the secrets." He came in front of her as fast as the wind. She didn't understand. How could anyone walk at such a speed that he could cover the distance in the blink of an eye. He frowned and turned his face towards her. He was standing with his eyes in hers. The color of his eyes got darker and the expression on his face was hard. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He was mentally gripping her. She tried to nod but King's grip was tight.