Death's Obsession Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sir, it's 8:01." "I said what I said." I closed my eyes for exactly half a second. Right. Okay. We're doing this. I walked to the side table, set down his coffee no sugar, extra strong, because that's how he took it and I had long since stopped questioning his life choices and placed it precisely where he'd reach for it without looking. He always reached for it without looking. Only then did he glance up. His hand wrapped around the mug and something in the set of his jaw shifted barely, almost imperceptibly the way it always did after the first sip.

“She was so willing, so warm and alive. Now she is cold and empty because of our gluttony. We should have been more careful.” Damien closed my staring eyes with two gentle fingers, his touch lingering on my cold cheek. “She is still beautiful in death. But this was not what she wanted. We killed the woman who trusted us with her obsession.” I heard every word. Every guilty confession. Every regret. I wanted to scream at them that it was okay, that the pleasure had been worth it, but my dead body refused to obey. I was trapped inside this frozen shell, aware of the cold marble beneath me, the heavy scent of blood and sex still thick in the air, and the overwhelming presence of the five ancien

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?

Chapter 6. “Block. Block. Block.” Rex slammed the enter key so hard that the keyboard rattled. “This tin-can prick is pissing me off.” The stupid robot is not allowing me to break into its memory and watch the sex—sessions. The warehouse smelled like stale pizza and solder fumes. Rex slumped in his creaky office chair, hoodie zipped to his chin, the glow from three monitors painting his face in sickly blue. Milo hunched beside him, glasses fogged, fingers drumming the keyboard like it owed him money.

I ignore him and try to grab the book. “You’re too short. Let me,” Noah says, this time closer, his voice soft, almost placating. I suck in a breath. The artist side of me was always drawn to the colors I saw when he spoke, shades of gold and gray, one side of him sunny and easy, the other part wrapped in fog and smoke.

Her obsession, her wrong companion ruined her completely. A regret or gut instinct crept into his mind as he watched her with sad eyes, but he knew she deserve, she deserve this punishment, her obsession , arrogance, ego killed a person, ruined an innocent lovely angle, Emily. Her obsession even killed her own mother, because of her cruel mind game there were not only one but also three lives were ruined.

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

Dominic’s POV Diego faced me, arms crossed, his face hard. The man had a death wish. If it wasn’t for his father, his corpse would already be ready for an autopsy. And I bet he would look worse with a bullet between his eyes. He knew it too. But here he was, alive, taking up space, which was mine. I sat back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the desk, watching him like a predator. “How long will it take you to make up your damn mind,” I said flatly.

The blame rests entirely upon my actions. His arms tightened around me. Against my hair he murmured the words, "No, it’s not." My attempts to halt the progression proved futile. The sensation of it taking place reached my awareness. That spiraling sensation. The oppressive burden suffocates and compresses. The event extended beyond her mere passing. This event marked his demise as well. The memories returned with relentless force, sweeping through my consciousness as an unyielding tidal surge. An additional firearm discharge occurred. Another friend gone. A lifeless body rests at my feet.

How could Eve die? A/n: yay! The last chapter, thanks a lot for reading till the end 🤗 Love y'all my readers 😘