Novel & Cerita Azriels Obsession

I placed the ring box inside, pushing it into a separate corner, away from everything else. Picking up her scarf, I brought it up to my face, inhaling her sweet scent. F**k. She would be the end of me. There was no guidebook for this. No clean way to introduce darkness to someone made of light. But I had already crossed that line the moment I let her into my silence. Nonno was wrong. This wasn't love. It was obsession. I was obsessed—addicted, f**king attached to Arielle. And I would never let go.

He stepped forward—cloaked in black, skin smooth like polished obsidian, eyes silver like twin moons drowning in ash. Azrael. His smile was the kind that could freeze oceans. “Well,” he purred, voice smooth like poisoned velvet, “look at what my little project has become.” Malik placed himself in front of Sarai instantly, fire flickering along his forearms like burning veins. “Touch her,” he growled, “and I will tear you apart molecule by molecule.” Azrael’s grin widened. “Still dramatic, I see. Still sentimental. Still weak.” Malik charged— —and Azrael raised a single hand.

I hugged him tightly and buried my face in the crook of his neck, taking his scent to comfort myself. Just then, Azriel's body became tense and I caught a scent that wasn’t there before, anger. Why was he angry all of a sudden? *********

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

Third-person POV Two months had passed in a haze of stolen glances and suppressed heartbeats. ​ Lirian had thrown himself into the work with a ferocity that bordered on obsession. Sample analysis, degradation mapping, Aether resonance charts, anything to drown out the constant, humiliating ache between his legs. The self-lubrication hadn’t stopped; if anything, it had worsened. Every morning, he woke slick and hard, dreams saturated with obsidian horns and violet eyes. He told himself it was environmental. Aether exposure. Anything but the truth: the prince had infected him with a want he couldn’t cure.

He turned his gaze to where the scents emitting from her skin through mostly covered in dirt. He just couldn't take his eyes off from her beauty, she was just too perfect for him... He was staring at her intently observing her beautiful features... Her fair skin tone, her long curled eyelashes covering her big hazel orbs ... Looked like an angel of course the Queen of the fallen angel Lucifer black... He just couldn't take back his eyes on her beauty... And he knew that she was the only one for him, and he would definitely make her him... Those wet eyes hold the innocence of light that I wanted to feel with my darkness in them...

I would look as desperate as fvck if I do that. "Alpha Knight. I am Krizia Aisle Mendez of Monteverde " A woman approaches me with a big crown on her head and introduced herself, "You look extra handsome today." She said complimenting my looks. I gaze from down to her head. "Did my father sent you to be hear?" I directly ask while looking at other directions, not wanting to meeet her eyes. She wore this white dress with slit and glitters at the side of it. I think he is a luna of another kingdom.

Everywhere appeared to be a forgotten town with nothing breathing on it, but I didn't know how I got here either, I remember working in the bar with my male customers flirting with me even when I tried to ignore them, what the hell was I doing in such a place, I suddenly heard my name out of nowhere, trying to figure out where it was coming from, he walked toward me and seems to know who I was, dressed in a black suit, he hurriedly approaches me like he was my saviour "Azelia" "Azelia" "Azelia" Different voices called my name, and it echoed loud in my ears, I crouched down holding tightly to my ears "Azelia, this way or you'll get stuck for eternity, I believe you don't want that" I heard a

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

He was saying, but got interrupted by her. “Don't let this get to my boss, Daren. He is kind of obsessed with the type of men that I take to my bed, and anytime I ask him why? He says he doesn't want me to get infected,” She rolled her eyes, a huge bile building up in her throat as the moment when she got harassed by Daren at the auction replayed in her head. “He knows how much men are thirsty for you, so he has just been overprotective.” He tried to keep the conversation on a level that won't push her angry buttons.