Hateful Obsession By Janell Book Novels & Stories

He held there, pressing hard, making sure it stayed inside. As he finished, he whispered against her ear, "This is just the start. I want to breed this pussy. Fill you up until you're carrying my child. No more protection after today." Rebecca froze at his words. The breeding obsession in his voice was new and terrifying. She felt his cum leaking a little as he finally pulled out. It was warm and sticky between her thighs.

MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION 3 EVA I'm the girl that nodded her head because she was too horny to think straight. I'm the girl that found his sadistic obsession with me arousing. I'm the girl who needed him, bad. A black, chauffeured sedan awaited us. The driver opened our door and Kingston — I remembered his name as last — helped me on in, before climbing into the back and pouncing atop me again before the chauffeur could even begin to drive.

“Oh, I’ll give you answers… in due time. But patience, my dear Anubis, seems to be a virtue you’ve never quite mastered.” “What patience when you've tired me to something you know I loathe” he glared. “The fact that you'd rather be asleep than deal with them already tells me how much you hate them.” She smiled softly,ignoring the hint of annoyance in his eyes. “You know what they did, Isis” he spat,his voice full of murderous intent. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes stared calmly at him, “And I also know what you did, Anubis… an entire city burnt to ashes and destroyed by your own hands.”

She still looks at me like she wants to kill me. And that single look sends a raw, electric jolt straight through my veins, hotter than the aged whiskey still burning on my tongue. Fifteen years of poison and unresolved war ignite between us in one searing second. Her hazel eyes burn with pure, unfiltered hatred, her full red lips pressed into a thin, furious line. My pulse thunders in my ears. My cock twitches hard against the confines of my tuxedo pants, already half-hard from nothing more than her glare.

All I needed was a little faith, but everyday the light I saw at the end of the tunnel dwindled and it scared me. Zane shifted his gaze towards me the instant I made an attempt to stop the cheer. I could see in his eyes satisfaction and hatred. Satisfaction from the work he was doing and hatred for me. It was plain obvious that he was enjoying himself. He derived pleasure from torturing me and with the sexual exploration that was happening, his joy had escalated. I immediately began voicing the disgusting words that he had ordered me to say. I didn't want trouble from him any longer. He had already done enough and all I wanted right now was for them to finish and dismiss me as soon as possib

All her mind was that the lady would feel scared and apologize but her expectations were cut short. The lady glared at Joan like she is just making empty threats “ I know who you are, A dumb model who fucks around for endorsement deals, Every sensible person knows you to be a witch but your camouflage is working well for you” The lady hissed hatefully. She turned her head to the right side to bring out a novel from her bag, The novel titled ‘ Hello Kitten, Run by Anonymous Author’ She is a lover of dark romance. Joan looked at the lady with anger, and hatred that she couldn't teach the girl a lesson. She tried to calm herself down till the plane landed but her mind betrayed her.

Laura muttered through gritted teeth as she walked up to the bed and picked Tehilla up in her arms, “Have some Shame atleast!” She muttered locking gaze with me as she walked out with Tehilla, Eden following closely behind her. I slowly turned to look at Janelle, “What do you mean obsessive protection?! You think I’m choking you?!” I asked my voice barely above a whisper, pain gnawing at my heart as I stared at her, I was just extremely worried about her and to her it was an obsessive protection?! “Look I don’t want to fight Adil, we’re supposed to work together and not fight! You’re supposed to trust me,” she said, she slowly stepped closer to me, she tried to reach out to me but I flinched

and smashed his lips against hers. . . . . From hating someone from their hearts, their love was even grander than they could imagine that the hatred vanished in front of it. Sometimes saying ‘I love you actually didn’t seem enough to tell how much they loved each other. But maybe their eyes could speak a language of their own. His life was no longer his, and she couldn’t live a life without him. They were too good for each other but very bad for everyone else. But despite 100 problems all they needed was just that one reason to be with each other. This bliss was inevitable. The truth they couldn’t run away from. Maybe they even hated each other just to fall in love with each other….cause

I had it all planned out and ready to go. I will make him mine. I will shatter the glass ceiling and convince the neighborhood good guy to make the neighborhood slut his girlfriend, after he leaves his current one. I have to prove to everyone just how right I am about perfect Callum Johnson. I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to destroy his perfect image. I wanted to deface the piece of art that was his charmed life. The thought of doing that, of exposing the truth behind his act... it was intoxicating. I would corrupt the neighborhood saint and bring him down to my level. The thought of Colette seeing this anointed symbol of all that is good and true fall victim to the neighborhood slut, made m

That was not how normal people acted when they were mad. I started shaking because I realized the truth about Janelle’s plan. She did not just want to gossip about me being with Dominic. She wanted me to have no place to go, she wanted the school to hate me and she wanted the whole town to hate me and she wanted Dominic to get tired of me. She wanted to hurt me everywhere at once.