Arrans Obsession นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She just wished that the killer would be caught as soon as possible. Early the next week, the investigation team got evidence from overseas that both knives replacement had been ordered and was on their way to America as they spoke. The person who had ordered them stated that somehow they had fallen into the trash compacter by mistake probably they were knocked off of the kitchen cabinet when one of her room mate was cleaning and didn't realise it before Turning on the compacter. The name of the person ordering the replacement knives was Martha Ann, they ran her name in the local hand print base. They were surely a match.

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

Chapter 55 *Obsession-2* Andre’s POV: I ran a hand down my face as she stormed off, exhaling heavily. A part of me felt relieved watching her go—like shedding dead weight. There was no passion, no real connection. Just another failed attempt at something that was never meant to be. Signaling the waiter, I ordered a bottle of whiskey. Tonight, I needed to drown in something stronger than my thoughts. The moment I dropped the bottle, my phone buzzed, and I picked up without checking.

But don't worry I will find those ba****** and I will smash their heads. '''Right now you need to take rest and please stop thinking about that...''' '''What did they want in return???? How did you arrange money?????'''' he was thinking that they called me for money and I decided to not tell him anything because he was already mad at them and in that condition he wasn't capable of anything.. '''I managed whatever they ask... Now,, stop asking too many questions... I have to call the nurse... you are alright now... come on.. take some rest...'''

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

"You understand what's at stake here? I want him." My voice dripped with desperation. "I'll do whatever it takes to eliminate her." Angelo is mine and has always been. I will never let a bitch like Annika take her from me, not when I have what it takes to get her out of the damned picture she didn't even fit in but had to wiggle her way through. Jake and Max exchanged uneasy glances. "We understand, ma'am," Jake said. But I knew they didn't. They couldn't comprehend the depth of my obsession.

She knew this man; she had slapped him in the clubhouse room. With regret, her hands quickly went to her mouth and covered it. Mason identified her as His Alluring Obsession after glancing at the startled and terrified girl occupying the last seat. Mason approached a chair a short distance away from them and sat down, gesturing for the interview to continue. Before attempting to speak during the interview, Dunn bit her lip and blinked repeatedly. "What motivates you to collaborate with us and why should we hire you?" Dunn was once more left dumbfounded by the interviewer. Her lips slightly parted, but her voice was too low, making it difficult to understand what she was saying.

“I doubt he can. This man is obsessed with protecting you from violent clients. Most people in the grip of an obsession can’t simply walk away. Still, I’d call it a red flag if one of your regulars suddenly stops showing up, or one of the long-term employees gives notice.” His explanation troubled her on several levels. Obviously, the notion of an obsessed killer disturbed her. But his unconscious slips upset her, too. The killer was obsessed with Annabelle, not her. Likewise, the regulars weren’t hers, they were Annabelle’s. His failure to draw the distinction substantiated her original fear about his feelings all too well—at best, Tommy was attracted to a woman who didn’t really exist—Anai

the madness for his belonging was clearly seen in his eyes, which intensified her fear because he was sounding like that deadly obsessor, who could destroy anyone or anything just to have his claim over his obsession. He could kill anyone for his obsession. Anisia looked away from him because his mere gaze felt too intimidating to her, especially when she was being so close to him. It made her get that irrational thought inside her mind like he was talking about her, but this was impossible. They both were completely strangers to each other. They both knew nothing about each other, except for their names, and it should stay like this…. right? Anisia roamed her eyes around her surroundings wh

“I need this Cassie. Don't do it for me, do it for the innocent lives they have stolen, the families they've broken apart.” This time, Cassandra couldn't respond. She didn't know how to. The look in Aaron's eyes, the emotions in his words terrified her. Something deeper, darker than ‘just seeking justice’ was consuming him, and she didn't know what. She asked, almost a weary whisper “What is wrong with you?” At her words, Araon stopped for a second. It was then he noticed the look on Cassandra's face. It told him everything. He truly was obsessed. His hands slowly left hers, and he sank back into his chair. He ran his finger through his hair letting out a deep, tired sigh.