Arrans Obsession นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For a few minutes, Ansel focused his attention on the designs in front of his eyes in order to get rid of strange delusions that entered his mind. As long as his entire life, Ansel had never let his mind embrace a wild fantasy of any women. But, the young woman who was sitting in the opposite side of his seemed to have a magical power to tear down his soul fortress. “I need some changes on some parts,” Ansel said. Chin Hwa and Qeiza simultaneously took a deep breath. They seemed struggling to hide their disappointments. “All right, Mr. Malik,” said Chin Hwa. “Just let us know what you want, we will fix them all.”

She was sure she looked like a crazy obsessive fangirl now with the way she was watching the man, so she looked down again and tried to see if there was anything in her notes she could correct. Then she relaxed in her chair and watched all the action going on. It was going to be a long time with the pictures, she knew the photographer had just as much pressure as she did. He had to take amazing pictures and she had to do an amazing interview. So she just watched as the entire team performed their magic. The way the man posed, he knew he was attractive and he basked in it. But weirdly enough, it didn’t come off as cocky or anything. It was strangely fascinating. It was almost like he wore his

[This POV is according to the Davish-Porishma Book. This special chapter and Ansh's POV have different sides which are updated in his book that's the part of Second generation Obsessive series books] ... ANSH's POV:- My name is Ansh Davish Grey. I'm twenty Eight Years Old. I'm working in the GREY Empire as Managing Director I love my family and friends very much. I'm sharp, humble, and soft with the world, but I'll be damn cruel and forget about my actual self if anyone dares to harm my family and friends.

The moment that was so surreal, so impossible to occur in her thoughts was now happening as the door opened and he entered inside, leaving her shaken to the core. Was she going to get ruined again? Would she have the repeat of that night again? She now understood; That one night stand was the start of his obsession with her.

Damian said and he rubbed his forehead After sitting for hours, Damian started to get restless. He couldn’t understand why his father would do this to him just because he was obsessed with Anna. He was so obsessed with her that he didn’t care if he was making her unhappy, he just wanted to make sure that she never ended up with him. He was more obsessed with making Damian miserable than making Annabelle happy. He needed to have a one on one conversation with his father. His father, he scoffed. He wasn’t even his father and Damian could never wrap his head around the fact that Phillip wasn’t his father. What was going on with Annabelle though? He wondered if she was scared or even alive. He h

“Don’t start with the matchmaking, Dr. A. I’m over guys right now.” In the past, he’s asked me over for dinner and then a “nice young man” shows up and joins us. One was gay, one picked his nose, and one asked to borrow money from me. I usually go along with those setups because, well, Anne is a great cook, and the food reminds me of home. He frowns, the deep lines on his forehead creasing. “Is something bothering you, dear? Has some young man broken your heart?” I sigh, not going there. What would I say? “I’m fine, but Prescott canceled my internship this morning.”

I had noticed this the night I went to her house, she was driving me crazy that I couldn’t get enough of her and I had even ended up telling her that she was the best woman I have ever had. Even though I told myself she wasn’t that kind of woman that would use my obsession over her body to get at me, I was still afraid that she would which was why I promised myself that morning when I was leaving that I won’t give her the opportunity to even use it at me. I had started ignoring her from that day, waiting for the day that she would come threatening to expose everything if I don’t give her some amount of cash. I was ready to give her any amount she mentioned and fire her but still get my money

Each nod, each murmured pleasantry was weaponized courtesy—the nineteen-year-old brat Alexander had tried to destroy, now honed into something infinitely more lethal nine years later. And through it all, beneath the veneer of aristocratic refinement, hunger burned in those crimson depths. His gaze kept sliding away from each fluttering fan and puffed chest, returning like a lodestone to the same focal point. The door. The archway. The path Anastasia had taken. He stared with the focused intensity of a starved wolf studying a lamb pen. Ravenous. Calculating. Not even attempting to hide it. His obsession. He knew exactly what he was doing. Alexander didn’t need to hear him to hear them.

As I tried to get a grip on everything I was feeling, one thought kept repeating in my head: I’d always known there was more to Marco and his organization than what I’d been told. I knew a lot, but something still didn’t sit right. And now, this guy—this Ronan—was shaking me to my core. It felt like he knew something even Marco hadn’t dared to tell me. Then he looked at me with a different kind of intensity, and just like that, everything I thought I knew cracked wide open.

Ana wore a frown. “It's the truth, Anastasia. It's the same thing with you. First, it was Adam, you were so obsessed with him that it took you two years and you still couldn't forget him, and then Jack came and your obsession for Adam became worse. And now when Adam is dead, you're now obsessing over his twin brother! What is wrong with you, Anastasia?!” Trevor vented out furiously. “What has gotten into you, Trevor. You're not like this...” Ana was in shock witnessing this side of Trevor, and it scared her.