Novel & Cerita Book Obsession

I'm slowly drowning to my sleep that I didn't understand his statement fully. I just hum my answer as his arms tighten it's embrace in my waist. One thing that I discovered to Bullet's attitude today. He could be very possessive and irrational with his own beliefs. Once he believes on it, it's will stay like that. He stand with his thoughts that Brandon did something that's why he was angry. Well, nobody's perfect. "Hey grandma, arrange these files alphabetically, and this one, by year." Monica's arch brows is what I saw. I heaved a deep sighed.

"The news was covered up. During your brother's wedding, she tried to ruin the wedding dress. She was mentally shaken. So, her parents had no other choice but to put her in a rehabilitation center." Barbara swallowed hard. Isabela's case was similar to Melanie's. "Apparently, excessive obsession is very dangerous. It can make a person lose her mind." Philip rubbed Barbara's back. "I'm glad you've gotten rid of that kind of obsession." Barbara smiled wryly. Her good shoulder lifted. "Yes, but my mother didn't manage to escape that vicious circle." There was nothing Philip could say anymore. He just grabbed Barbara's fingers, sending her strength. Arriving in front of a room, he whispered, "Do

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

"These memories will be painful to take in, but you need to relax and patiently go along with it. In that way, things like what you witnessed today or yesterday will eventually help you get your memories back." "I guess, I should do that." She sighed. "Is there such a person that has a great obsession with a certain thing, that could lead to killing or harming other people even at a young age?" "That's not impossible." Sandra fixed her glasses. "It's because of the background, and how the people around her act that could stir inside someone's head to do something extreme. An obsession? It started with the lack of love that the person receives. Then, when one shows love, the obsessive person

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

A pen lay uncapped beside a notepad. Tiana picked it up slowly, her fingers trembling as she skimmed the pages. Sentences, observations and patterns filled it. Her stomach tightened. This wasn’t coincidence, this wasn’t even a harmless interest. This was obsession. Tiana straightened abruptly, her heart pounding. She glanced around the room, suddenly feeling like she was standing somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. Her mind raced with questions. ‘How long has this been going on?’ ‘Why this woman?’ ‘Does Shantel think this is normal?’

“And when I request a private audience, in person, you provide it. Unquestioningly.” He leaned forward, the expensive scent of his cologne enveloping her. “I have particular tastes, Sloane. Darker, more… intricate tastes than the common voyeur. I enjoy the corruption of ambition. I get off on the moment a woman like you chooses success over dignity. I want to witness that choice, intimately, again and again.”

“Not my first rodeo, dude.” The Abyssal looked like a rich man’s toy—sleek, white, mean. Inside it smelled like cold steel, expensive perfume, and pure trouble. Red lights, low bass thumping through the hull, maybe twenty people already half-drunk and horny. Tech guys in open shirts, women in tiny dresses that cost more than her car. Bonnie felt the buzz the second she stepped in. This was exactly the kind of stupid she needed for the story. She grabbed a gin at the bar. The silver-haired bartender winked. “First time? You look like you’re hunting.”

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.