Novel & Cerita Crazy Obsession

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

It's the third year since my wife, Joyce Sinclair, cheated on me. I spread her intimate photos with her male assistant, Bryan Long, on the internet. Then, I doused myself in gasoline and threatened to drag everyone down to hell with me. Bryan's so scared that he flees the city that very night. I think I've won. However, to settle my lawsuit and cover the damages, my older sister, Rachel Lovett, sells her house and takes out high-interest loans. In the end, the burden becomes too much for her, and she jumps from a high-rise building. Her voice is hoarse in the recording she leaves me. "That's enough, Ray. We've lost everything. Mom and Dad have aged overnight, and I can't take it anymor

Old lady was still crazy. ***

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

he said quietly, “you look like hell, standing out here all wired up over a girl on stage. You don’t even know if she’s who you think she is. You’re seeing ghosts where there aren’t any.” His words stung because he said them like he cared. Not mocking, not cruel—just like an older brother who thought I was losing my grip. “I’m not crazy,” I muttered, fists shaking. “I know her. I’d know her anywhere.” Luca sighed again, glancing back at the club door. “Look, I’m not getting into this with you. Not tonight. You want to drink, laugh about old times, maybe we can do that. But this… this obsession of yours , it’s not healthy.”

I continued to express my emotions, taking it all out. “Just looking at you made my day. I felt I couldn't be much happier. I am so lucky to have you as my wife. I couldn't ask for more when I have you.” Grinning, I whispered. “I know You are tired of this game of obsession, aren't you? But, Don't you think that obsession is also a form of love? That I am crazy and obsessed with my Love? Don't you get it? You are my Eternal Obsession. Even the universe cannot take you away from me and me away from you. I am made for you and you for me. We both are each other's obsession. That's what we are. Different from others. That's why there's no couple like us.”

he says bitterly. “Why not wish for me to fuck off then? Problem solved,” I shrug. “I don’t want you to fuck off, I want to get to know you! Fucking hell, I have a crazy woman who is obsessed me with that I can’t fucking get rid of, but my own soulmate doesn’t want a fucking bar of me,” he says, throwing his arms up in frustration. What crazy woman is obsessed with him? Never mind, none of my business.

I thought fucking her once was going to rid me of my irrational obsession with her but I was so wrong, so so wrong, I wanted her more than ever. I wanted her every night and I wanted to fuck her in all holes. God! I was so fucking obsessed with her. I've always prided myself on being a very rational person but when it comes to Lisa, all my rationale would fly out of the window and I'd be left with only one insatiable need. To bury myself deep inside her. To make her scream and beg. To have her shatter beneath me. Fuck! I was so fucking hard again for the fucking 10th time today and it was barely evening.

“But seeing what that woman did to my fiancé broke something in me. She knew he was engaged. She didn’t care. She chased him anyway.” My hand started to shake. “Some people don’t understand boundaries,” Cassandra continued. “They mistake obsession for love. And when that happens, everyone around them gets destroyed.” Maya came back in time to see my expression. “What is it?” “She did another interview,” I said, my voice flat. “She’s calling me obsessed. Like I hunted him.” Maya’s jaw clenched. “That snake.” “It’s working,” I whispered. “People are believing her. Look at this.”

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”