Fierce Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

I couldn’t help but wonder then if she was actually here to work for me or seduce me instead, but I would gladly accept the latter. “Not really sir, I’m just trying to abide by the rules,” she answered, not looking up to meet my eyes. I have always known that what people fears the most in me is my eyes. Sharon had boldly said it to me when she had the chance. But even though it was my most terrifying aspect, it was also my sweetest part. One of my ladies had said that one good look from me always make her reach orgasm, I didn’t believe her then until another had said the same thing and that was when I knew that my most feared part is also my most desired. Now with Hazel avoiding my look, I w

Will I continue to pine for her pussy? I plan to see Jade tonight and try to have a good time. I desperately need to let Tonya go, but the thought of another man touching her drives me insane. All I wanted to do last night was fuck her until I knew she would be too sore to even think about another cock. What the hell is wrong with me? I am not going to think about her or text her for at least a week. After that, I will see how I feel about her. Is this love or obsession or lust or something else? I do not know how I feel.

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when

He was saying, but got interrupted by her. “Don't let this get to my boss, Daren. He is kind of obsessed with the type of men that I take to my bed, and anytime I ask him why? He says he doesn't want me to get infected,” She rolled her eyes, a huge bile building up in her throat as the moment when she got harassed by Daren at the auction replayed in her head. “He knows how much men are thirsty for you, so he has just been overprotective.” He tried to keep the conversation on a level that won't push her angry buttons.

The truth remained directly before me throughout my struggles no matter how intensely I fought. He loved her. Not in a fleeting, reckless way. The manner in which it manifested defied categorization as simple obsession or lust. This phenomenon existed as a deeper entity beyond simple classification. Something unshakable. Sophia's gaze upon him revealed her deep affection. A gentle breath escaped my lips while an unnoticed burden from my chest began to rise. The moment to cease all hostilities had arrived. I got up from my chair and moved toward them while my heels produced sharp clicks on the marble surface. Upon my approach Alexander became aware of my presence before anyone else his expres

Let her feel the violence thudding beneath my skin. “You can never be free, Reina,” I growled. “Not out there. Not in here. You walk out that door again and come back late, I’ll make you pay. You breathe for someone else, I’ll end them. Do you understand?” She shook her head, her voice barely there. “You’re insane.” “I’m obsessed,” I corrected. “There’s a difference. Obsession has purpose. Madness is just noise.” My mouth brushed against her cheekbone, slow, deliberate. “And I only hear you.”

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

“No? I’d never tell you no. Do it. Fuck my ass, boss. Show me how dark you really are.” With one vicious thrust, he buried himself in her ass. Francesa screamed, her nails raking the hood, body shaking from the raw invasion. But instead of begging him to stop, she pushed back against him, her voice filthy. “Yes! Yes, that’s it—fuck my ass like you mean it! You want to ruin me? Do it here, over the dead men, in the dark, make me your whore.” Elijah grunted, lost in the madness, slamming into her ass harder, blood smearing across her skin from his grip. His other hand reached between her legs, rubbing her clit until she sobbed with pleasure and pain.

“Because some flames… aren’t meant to be controlled. Some obsessions… aren’t meant to be tamed. And some people… are impossible to resist.” The fog wrapped around us, swallowing the streets and isolating us in a world that felt simultaneously dangerous and electric. I was trembling—not just from desire this time, but from the knowledge that real danger was stalking us. And still, my body moved closer, drawn into the storm of fire and obsession he carried like a living thing. “I’m already too far gone,” I admitted softly. “I… I can’t stay away.” He smirked, a slow, dangerous smile that made my pulse hammer even harder. “Good. That’s the only way this could ever work. Some flames… need to burn