Book Obsession Novels & Stories

t and likely kill Johnny himself, not Layla, with her gossipy nature and sharp eyes, not the old men with their rambling stories and leering eyes that seemed to miss noth- ing. It was their secret, a dangerous, intoxicating !re that they fed in stolen mo- ments and couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how much trouble it promised, no matter how many warnings they gave themselves. Tonight, it felt even more dangerous than usual, the air thick with unspoken longing, heavy with the weight of their shared secret. She could feel it thrum- ming in her veins, a restless energy that made her hands tremble slightly as she wiped down the bar,

Chapter ten Hazel I quickly rushed to warm my ass with that beautiful chair behind that massive desk that I have been told is mine, I try not to think of the comment Dave made about my ass and the tingling sensation it gave me at a particular place. I bring my face to my desk and smelled the wood, the scent of rich wood, it goes in from my nose and flushed over my body, damn, money smells good. I was still in the process of smelling my desk when I noticed a man standing in front of me and watching me. I was grateful for the fact that it wasn’t Dave; I would have died in embarrassment if he was the one that found me in this situation.

We just stepped out at the entrance and a guard appeared out of nowhere to take the keys and drive it away. Nepotism at its finest. Diana and I followed him inside like two toddlers trailing their very tall, very grumpy, very purposeful mother through a supermarket. Our first stop was Cartier. Rings. I already knew what I wanted. Nothing loud. Nothing flashy. Something simple. Something I could wear every day without it announcing itself to the entire room. I typed a lot. I worked a lot. Anything bulky would just get in the way. The staff rushed to us immediately.

“I just looked for the samples of fabrics in this room. There’s nothing changed here when I left.” “Then, how will you explain all this mess?” Aleta kept provoking when she saw that Freud began to be influenced by Qeiza’s explanation. Qeiza shut her mouth. She didn’t know what to say regarding the mess of the room. She knew nothing about it. She came back there as she still needed to find some fabrics with different colors and more suitable for her design clothes. “You see, huh?” said Aleta. “She can’t answer. It gets clearer that she is the culprit.”

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

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“I am aware that you hate any kind of obsession. However, to speak truthfully, it possesses a certain charm. Women like me will agree.” Ms. Beth's sentiment resonates deeply with me. This man might hate obsessions, but his hatred towards it doesn't make it disgusting. He's so rude I can't. “Obsessions are unhealthy. The obsessed one doesn't have a world of his own.” Arguing back, he extended the blazer to her with a poker face before adding, “You get obsessed with a thing, then somehow, you lose it, and you get lost too. It's...”

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Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The archive room smelled of old paper and stale coffee, a scent that clung to your clothes long after you left. I had been there for hours, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a headache I couldn’t shake. My notebook lay open beside me, pages filled with scribbles, arrows connecting dates and names. Dylan Enterprises kept appearing; charity galas, private investor dinners, late-night “networking events” that left trails of missing people in their wake.