Novel & Cerita Azriels Obsession

he snarled, “you are mine. Why are you not understanding this? YOU ARE MINE!! Think before screaming at me.” Tears spilled freely down Petal’s cheeks now as his hold tightened, her lips puckering involuntarily from the pressure and pain. The room felt suffocating, each second stretching endlessly as Sebastian’s obsession consumed him. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper yet thunderous in its intensity, “Why don’t you fucking understand? You don’t have a choice anymore. You have become my obsession, Petal. That obsession doesn’t allow letting go. Your fate is sealed with mine. You are mine, damn it!” He slammed his palm on the wall beside her, the impact reverberating through the small room.

“I understand. I have one final secret. One last truth that could change everything you think you know about this family. About the entire war we have been fighting.” John’s grip on my hand tightened. “What is it Sarah? Tell us. No more games.” Sarah looked at all of us, her eyes heavy with the weight of years. “The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…”

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Shoving down the pain, I donned an oily smile and batted my lashes. “Funny you say that considering he’s the one obsessed with me. The guy watches me sleep and doesn’t even try to hide it. I’ve woken up with my hands around his throat every morning and I swear it’s almost like he enjoys it.” There was something very unhinged about Azrael, and the attention starved bitch living in my chest loved that his sights were set on me. Level-headed Blakely felt otherwise. She wanted to be free of these gods, and free of the curse.

Iris's heart froze. "Gab...riel?" But the figure did not move toward her. It only slowly raised its head. And its eyes... Were not the ones she knew. His hair was completely white, and the eyes that had once been dark blue... Had become blood red. He looked like a broken monster. And at the moment Iris tried to run toward him... Hands grabbed her from behind. The priests' voices rose: "Stop her!" "Don't let the bond be completed!" Iris screamed as she struggled...

" Amenadiel inquisitively asks. I can sense so much tension in the room, and Azrael's aura is getting darker. The room is starting to heat up with Azrael's leaking power from his spiritual vessel. He cannot contain himself. He is agitated but filled with excitement as he can sense the dark force inside the child's body. Knowing Azrael, he cannot wait to possess such power, and he won't stop until he finally had it. "I want to get a closer look at the child, allow me to touch her," Azrail said and when he was about to walk closer to the Aurora, the child spreads out her wings and form a barrier around them. "You said she was human, what's with the wings?"

Relaz stared at her with a strange look- five percent anger, twenty percent amused, thirty percent surprised and forty five percent blankness. "Am I supposed to be mad at you that you think I'm a dog who needs to be released every time, or should I be surprised that the one and only Riella can actually be? What? Ashamed? And what-" The sound of glass breaking behind them brought his speech to an abrupt halt, and at the same time, they both turned back to see a smoking-faced Aria. "Frustrations? Release? Are you kidding me?!" "How long have you been listening in?"

I follow soon after, burying myself as deep as possible, marking her from the inside while whispering dark, filthy truths against her ear. Afterward, we lie tangled on her narrow bed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. The diamond ring still sits on the desk like an accusation. Mirella turns her head to look at me. Her voice is quieter now, but no less stubborn. “You’re going to get us both killed one day with this obsession.” I stroke her hair, fingers possessive even in the aftermath. “I’ll kill everyone else first.” She huffs a tired laugh. “You’re impossible.”

Not a "icker. His gaze was !xed, unwavering, on the girl behind the bar. That girl. Alli. Her hair was like spun sunlight, catching the dim light and turning it into a halo. Her smile, usually bright and welcoming, "ickered like anervous "ame tonight, uncertain and fragile. Her hands moved with a frantic energy, wiping down the already spotless counter, as if desperate to keepherself busy, to avoid something. Layla couldn't decide what stung more—the raw, possessive hunger in the way Johnny was look-ing at her, or the fact that Alli

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe