Arrans Obsession นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

“Don't misunderstand my statement, Ellie.” “So, what did you mean?” I asked him, curving my arms into each other. “Did you just come to kill my past with ordinary obsession? Am I not worth your full love and destiny?” “Ellie?” Angus called, as he dropped his hands on my shoulder very heavily, almost overwhelmed by anger. “You call obsession ordinary. Don't you even know it's our destiny that keeps me obsessed with you and you—with me?”

He stammers, with a flushed look on his face and he begins to head towards the door. “We'll see about that.” I mumble under my breath. He arrives at my door, waiting for me to permit him to leave as he stares at me like a person he needs to avoid. “You can go, pretty boy. We're done for today.” He does not waste another second as he dashes out of my room. I already told him what I wanted him to know, now the real fun begins. Like I said, Adrian is a mystery I want to unravel and I'm going to do just that. My cock wants him and it will get him. I trust my charms and it won't take long to get Adrian on my bed.

Rune’s POV That night, I couldn’t resist. I had to watch her again. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore; it had become something far deeper than that. An obsession. Obsession that is more than just physically having her in my bed. I NEED to watch her. It didn’t matter how much I fought it or tried to pretend otherwise. Every time I turned away, every time I thought I could take a break from her, the pull only grew stronger. As I brought up the feed and watched her through the small screen, a strange sensation twisted in my chest. It was as if I were missing something, something essential that I couldn't quite define.

And I was ready to exploit every flaw in his obsession. Mark paused near the desk, scanning the files and hidden drives. His obsession flared visibly—a subtle twitch in his jaw, the intensity of his gaze sharpening. He reached for one of the drives, but didn’t touch it. “These are mine,” he said, voice low, predatory. “Every secret, every file, every shadow of your past… mine.” “Yes,” I said, calm, steady. “Yours.” He stepped closer, circling slowly like a predator assessing prey. “Do you understand what obedience means, Jessy? That knowledge without permission is dangerous?”

Watching her body jolt with every thrust. Milo hit play on the side monitor—the bedroom orgy clip, synced audio. Toni's wails layered over Layla's gasps. "Layered audio," he said, voice thick. "Makes it... immersive." His own hand dipped into his cargo shorts, stroking lazy circles over his bulge. The fabric tented.

“Money has been promised. Enough to ensure loyalty. Execution. Completion. No half measures.” Scales’ gaze flickered, calculating. “And if he… if Antonioni senses it?” I leaned back, eyes narrowing, savoring the thought. “He won’t. Not yet. By the time he sees me… it will be too late. And she… Annabelle…” I let the name linger, tasting the obsession in it. Desire, power, and revenge are all intertwined. My d*** pulsated twice. “She becomes a trigger, the reason he will fall. And I will watch. Every cry. Every reaction. Every fall. But before the fall would happen, I'd have fu**** her raw like two hundred times."

"You’re really obsessed with yourself, aren’t you?" Revansh smirked. "Maybe. But I think you’re more obsessed with avoiding me." "Because you’re insufferable and annoying." He tsked, stepping closer. "And yet, you keep ending up right where I want you. Tskk." Aarini crossed her arms. "What do you want, Malhotra?" His eyes darkened slightly, the teasing glint dimming for a fraction of a second. "You," he said simply. Her breath caught up in her throat.

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.