Romans & histoires Fading Obsession

Jayden whispered with a deadly smirk in his lips. "Obsession is intoxicating. It seems sweet at first but you won't even realize when it slowly will take over your life. " Kindly Do Vote and give reviews! Chapter will be updated soon.

I felt the presence of someone by my side and I felt observed, but I was alone, it was just my fears taking strength. I had thousands of unanswered questions and little by little I was losing what little sanity I had left. I couldn't go on living like this, I was feeling stressed all the time and my body was starting to suffer, my hair was falling out in an abnormal way and my headaches and stomach aches had intensified. Not to mention that my relationship with Isaac was already quite deteriorated and that situation could end up separating us. The only ones who kept their composure were my parents because they ignored everything that was happening to me, I didn't want to worry them but they

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

The bleak, gray world after paradise. His grief doesn’t settle. It curdles. It hardens into a terrifying, single-minded purpose. It was real, he whispers, and his voice is no longer broken. It is sharp. Certain. Fanatical. A potential. A thread in the tapestry. We can pull it. We can make it real. He’s obsessed. The calm, analytical part of him is gone, burned away by the vision. All that’s left is the man who always took what he wanted. The ghost who would unravel reality to feel the sun again.

Love left forgotten and unfelt will rot. It will mold and fester, turning rancid and toxic until there's no hint left that it used to be something beautiful. Once it's toxic, it starts to spread. It creeps along, black fingers sulking forward and sidling up into the darkest recesses of the mind. Then it feeds there, grows there, and if it's not caught in time, it takes over. It becomes an obsession. I knew it was happening, and that was probably the only reason I was able to keep it from completely ruining me. I felt it, as sickly warm as a humid breath on a cold neck and as encompassing as the air around me.

He was unraveling mentally, spiraling in a way that no money, no influence, could fix. > “I can’t…” he whispered again, voice raw, almost pleading with the empty room. “I can’t… I can’t take this anymore.” He collapsed onto the floor, knees drawn to his chest, the suit wrinkled, hair disheveled, a broken man surrounded by the remnants of his shattered control. Tears, uncharacteristic and unrestrained, streamed down his face. The weight of his obsession and his repeated failures pressed down on him relentlessly.

Desire had become treason, and every step I took, every sip I swallowed, reminded me that I was falling further. My phone buzzed. Marcus again. Another minor issue—a financial discrepancy that should have been minor, but in the delicate balance of Edward’s empire, even the smallest fracture could widen into a canyon. I clenched my fists around the device, feeling the tension coil in my chest. My mind screamed at me to fix it, to act, to maintain control. But the image of Selene haunted me, and I realized something terrifying: obsession had begun to dictate my decisions. Mistakes, distractions, and desire were intertwining in ways I could not yet control.

Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet guest house. He craved excitement, adventure—anything to rid himself of the heavy lethargy weighing him down. So, what better plan than to head out to the clubs? Without a second thought, Bryan dashed to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He rummaged through his wardrobe, tossing aside shirts and pants until he found the perfect outfit: a sleek black shirt and jeans that hugged his frame just right. Minutes later, Bryan stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar and running a hand through his tousled hair. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and left the room

One fall from grace. Just like they hoped. I'd gambled and lost, and in the process, Joey had been... I swallowed hard, fighting so many wretched urges. Now, Lucian was pulling my strings.

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