Arrans Obsession Novels & Stories

There's a picture of mine that holding my phone and talking to someone, it's when I'm calling Emerald. Is my stalker obsess with me? I don't want to assume but why is he doing this, knowing that he can't get anything from me aside from humiliation. I'm such a trash... He should stop his crazy stalking. I pick up his note for me. "I CAN'T RELAX WHEN I DON'T SEE YOU BABY... I COULD TELL I'M OBSESS." He's leaving a letter that's not a help to find him. It's frustrating me that I don't even know a single thing to him as much as he do to me. I know that he know so much about now.

And I was thinking about how bad I needed to provide the best of everything for Estelle. I wasn't thinking of any of that. I was, however, thinking of him. The brooding, sexy stranger. Thinking about had my face aching from how big my smile was and we merely exchanged more than three sentences. He was consuming my every waking thoughts. Fuck, he was even consuming my dreams, and I knew I was getting delusional at this point. My eyes scanned the small crowd and sections in search of a man I knew wouldn't be here. A man like him didn't belong in the club scene. It was too loud for someone like him. Too crowded too. I like to think of my stranger as a confident introvert.

Her eyes portrayed a sinister look. "What do you want? I have let go of Roman!" Adrianna managed to say as she couldn't fathom why Dianne was so obsessed with her. Yes! Dianne was obsessed with Adrianna! She is obsessed to see Adrianna fall! She is obsessed to see Adrianna die! "You must think you are all that, huh?" Dianne asked, and immediately slammed Adrianna's head to the ground. "Ahhh…" Adrianna screamed in pain. Her scream turned into groans of pain.

We met him on our way through the rainforest. Arran silently churned some herbs between two stones. “I won’t allow you to apply anything suspicious on my sister,” Reese said. “This whole dreamcatcher race is strange. I feel like I have entered several horror movies at once.” “This is my nightmare,” Arran said. “You can continue on your journey with them in this condition. They are none of my concerns, anyway.”

I knew he was trouble, but I found myself being drawn into his ocean hues, so much so that I didn't mind the fact that he was staring at me like some lowly animal. “Anna.” The sound of my name was all it took to snap me out of my reverie. I turned to the right, just to see Sarah rushing to my side. She wobbled, obviously still shaken from the gunshot, but she got to me in no time. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt? What….” “Will you stop that?!” Ares’ voice reeked of pure irritation. He had a stoic expression on his face, but I didn't miss the burning hatred and impatience dancing in his eyes“I do not have time for this. Matteo, do something.”

His face hardens. “Yes, I am. An inside job by someone who has easy access to the estate and its security controls. Someone who has, to my face, made disapproving remarks about my marriage. Someone who would know to not put any seal on the envelope to avoid an unwanted gang war.” I close the remaining distance between us and whisper directly in his face. “Someone like dear old, Signor Andre.” “Signor Andre?” Dante says with shock. “Hmm, Signor Andre.” He repeats, tilting his head as if playing with the idea.

logans family. “Coming soon”. Ruth replied and slammed the door shut,it was time for lunch and she couldn't disrespect her father,she inhaled deeply before changing to something more presentable,She made her way down the stairs,each step filled with exhaustation and sadness. Everyone's gaze was fixed on her the moment she came into view, Rita's gaze was filled with hatred and venom,she literally wished she could strangle her to death!,but she ignored them all and pulled out a chair and sat opposite Rita.

Not with her mother sick, not with Jaime prowling the halls, his anger simmering beneath the surface. Santino tried to lighten the mood, bringing food and jokes, but Ainara’s heart wasn’t in it. She was torn between duty and desire, between the family she had to protect and the man she couldn’t let go. ** Manila’s night was restless, the city lights flickering like secrets waiting to be uncovered. Andres sat alone in his apartment, papers scattered across the table, his laptop glowing with shareholder records. He had been tracing transactions for hours, his mind sharp, his pulse steady.

Because they can, they don't like people having peace of mind. He stood abruptly, his movement sharp and unsteady. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. Whatever this is, it will end right now!. " Promise me," that this won't destroy us. He looked up, something uncertain flickering behind his calm." I'll try," he said. When we reached the table, his hand found mine. It wasn't steady — cold, foreign. I knew deep down that what connected us then wasn't love, but fear. Fear of the unknown.

“Jealous?” “Maybe a little,” “Sometimes I wonder if you love her more than me,” Chloe joked Arran laughed softly. “Not possible. I love Salem, but I’m in love with you, Chloe. “We’re flying to New Orleans tomorrow,” Arran said, his tone serious. “We need to be careful. I don’t trust Hunter.” Chloe tilted her head, surprised. “Since when? You’ve never mentioned that before.” “I’ve always had this feeling about him, ever since I first saw him. There’s something… off. Dark. I can’t put my finger on it.”