Axel's Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

I give up. “So I guess I’ll go and torture these nine men for information but Axel, remember I am not doing this with all my heart and soul in it. Xena, you can probably help Axel understand the problems a person with OCD faces. I need at least even numbers the next time I do this.” He complains, “Also we wouldn’t have this problem if she didn’t insist on not killing Jerold.” “Come on, you know I can’t resist a pretty face,” Axel says as he leafs through the file on his desk, I quickly look at the ground as I feel my cheeks turn pink at his comment.

It wasn't a sincere one. "Okay, how about your first kiss?" Axel asked again for the second time. He knew the first time, she choked and became nervous. Axel hated being beaten in games. He was a man that loved winning, even Wesley knew that. He owned a lot of gamble houses. He was the ringleader and he always won. He didn't have to use his powers. It was more or less, his personality as a whole. Whenever he played he always won. Whatever he owned he always kept.

Axel's mind not only rambles and surrounds one thing it had been spread multidirectionally, which makes it more difficult for me to comprehend his actions. Axel is a man without values, without emotions , what he cares for is POWER. He worships power. I know it'll be my biggest challenge to break him in fragments, to mentally trigger him down, but I have to. Likewise he is already producing a plan to kill a person. But I have to stop this, I have to take cops' action. I know he trusts me at least to this extent when he can expose his secrets in front of me. His dark or even darker secrets.

I admitted. "But the power surge that followed... I've never lost control like that before. What if they're right? What if staying here really does bring catastrophe?" "Bullshit." Everyone turned to look at Axel, who was glowering at the table like it had personally offended him. "Excuse me?" I asked. "I said bullshit," he repeated, his usual gruff demeanor more pronounced than usual. "These ancient whatever-they-ares show up right after you refuse their offer and suddenly you're having convenient nightmares about how terrible everything will be if you don't do what they want? That's not prophecy, sweetheart. That's manipulation."

To my shock, the metal door dented under his assault. His breath came out in heavy growls. Shit… Keziah was close to breaking free entirely. “Moon-fucking-Goddess, Axel! Stop wrecking everything! You’re losing control!” He stilled. Slowly, he turned his head toward me. Everyone gasped. The outer ring of Axel's eyes were crimson, while the center burned with an intense azure… Aha. He was trapped in a trance of pure desire. But… desire for what? Was it Mia?

“Now run along and enjoy yourself, asshole.” Archer tosses up a little wave, looking nonchalant, but I know that look in his eyes as he drives away. He loves messing with me. He knows how important the next few weeks are, and if I don’t get invited to the Combine or get an agent or something, I’m done. We watch as he peels out of the lot and heads to downtown, probably to a party. Some of the guys have been nonstop since we won the natty. “He’s a dick,” Dillon mutters. “I’m glad he’ll be gone soon. I’ll have next year all to myself.”

I raise an eyebrow at him but decide to change the topic because if we keep discussing this, I’m not going to be able to maintain my facade. “So should we discuss the last couple chapters?” I ask. I spend the rest of the day contemplating the situation with Axle. He gave me probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and he only used three fingers. And then he just disappears from the party and the next time I see him, he’s just fucked some girl in a closet? I mean, it really shouldn’t surprise me. That’s just who he is. And he’s not good for me. It doesn’t matter how much my body seems to crave his, I need to just pretend like Friday never happened and go on with my life.

Kelvin remarked, leading the way up the stairs, he was quickly to throw the Russia boss assistant into the conversation to avoid being picked on. Kelvin unlike most Mafia subordinates was full of life, loved the little things of life, enjoyed doing menial things but was also cunning and blood thirsty. His simple and polished look, gave the impression of him being a fool but he was far from that. Everyone went up the stairs, while Damien soared a glare towards the other stairway. He could not take off the art curator from his thoughts. He found something fishing about the way she acted. He would deal with that when his meeting with the Russians was over.

I sprang off the stool, disoriented, my movements aimless, like a leaf caught in a whirlwind. Daren's firm grip on my arm halted my aimless trajectory, granting me a precious pause, a chance to reorient myself. "Elena?" He spoke, concern etched in his features. "Are you okay? I've noticed your peculiar reactions, the unnecessary clumsiness. You need to know, I can help. Just trust me and tell me what's going on."

Getting to his desk, his curiosity began to eat him up and throwing all care in the air, he got to work. Lately, Axel has been acting strange lately. And since he'd asked her to conclude something on the paper he'd given him last night and he was nowhere to be found now that was here to handle it back to him, he might as well get things done and see if there's a juicy secret somewhere. Kept by his father. Going over each and every document as fast as he could, he couldn't help always taking glances back occasionally to see if there was any suspicious sight. And then when he'll turn around, he'll make sure his ear is as sharp as a knife to hear the approaching of footsteps.