Hateful Obsession By Janell Book Novels & Stories

New tenants are variables, Variables need time before they’re predictable. That’s the lie I use. The truth is quieter and far less comfortable: “Am officially those cliche creeps who’s become obsessed” And unfortunately or maybe fortunately Noelle Rowe makes me lose my senses. Not all at once, Not in some dramatic collapse but slowly, quietly like a worm slowly eating at my brain making me mad, crazy and filled with unadulterated hunger. The more I watch her through the surveillance camera, the more I study her habits the worse it gets. Observation turns into awareness. Awareness turns into fury and anger.

She is afraid of falling for someone, especially Diego. No one knows what is happening to Janella while she was still working at the club before she met Andrei and Diego, she doesn't want to let anyone know that she once loved a customer at the club and only Felicia, Sandy, and Liah know, no one else. Because of that, Janella no longer believed in love. And when she met Diego, she signed an agreement. All she wanted to do was what was written in the agreement. “To answer your question… you're right, I don't like you and I don't want to like you. Can you…limit what you show me— ”

What they did to those girls. “To think that I was wondering if he was in love with me. Not knowing he was nothing but a freaking stalker and kidnapper and murderer.” I run my hands through my wet hair. “It’s because I was blinded by the money. And the joy of finally dealing with that idiot, Jack.” I decide. All my problems always boil down to Jack at the center. The elevator door opens and I head straight for the front door to pull it open. “No. Open you damn piece of metal.” I bang on the door. “Open!”

My arms crossed, my forehead leaning against the window, staring at clouds I’m not even seeing. Going back to school is supposed to be a relief. A breath of fresh air away from my mother’s watchful eyes. But the downside? Jace. Jace with his dark eyes and dangerous smile. Jace, who won’t stop trying to seduce me even when he knows it’s wrong. Jace, whose fingers are already brushing the inside of my wrist like he’s testing how long I’ll keep fighting him. I swallow hard. How long can I keep resisting him? How long before I snap and give him what he’s asking for?

The tension between us burning, aching, never-ending. God, I was so tired of loving people who made me hate myself.

A tear escapes before I can stop it. "Those beliefs were put inside you by people who wanted control over you," Hailey says steadily. "That's the evil in this story, not you, and not what you're feeling now. What happened to you doesn't make you bad. The effects of it don't either. Your story astounds me, Andrea. And I know your family feels the same way." I nod and wipe my face. I know she's right. That doesn't stop my head from arguing otherwise. "I just want to be better," I whisper. "I don't want to feel this way anymore."

Dora talked on and on. Nessa glanced at me. "I'm sure Isabella has her reason for not liking boys and I have my reasons too". "So what are your reasons?". I asked curiously. "Lets just say I don't like being a relationship with them, it takes a toll on me". "So you are like a playgirl or something?". Dora nudged me. "That's rude. Don't call her that". "No, Isabella is right, I like screwing boys with no intention of having a commitment with them". Nessa replied truthfully.

Lena was not in the picture as I am guessing she was ordering Peter a coffee. I tried to read some comments of that article but found nothing but full of hurtful comments. They were comparing me to Peter’s past flings. I didn’t even meet their criteria as the comments said. Some wanted to know me so they can throw hate on me. “What did I just get myself into?” I asked myself as I was scrolling down on my feed. “Tara! Can you help me here?” Jane asked. I was having my momentum when suddenly Jane butted in. She banged my door before opening it with madness. What’s with her and her action?

'Is that from Chanelle," I ask in a whisper, and she nods. She sits down beside me, and I resist the urge to pick her up and put her on my lap. "I couldn't read it earlier, but I think I'm ready," Janelle says, and I nod. "I'm right here," I whisper, and she smiles at me before unfolding her sister's note. "Dear Jan, please don't hate me. I tried to stay clean, but I couldn't. I enjoy it.....I know you will be disappointed in me, and I know I promised I wouldn't do it again. Take care of my baby boy. Love him like I should have and give mom a hug for me. I know I failed her. I know I used her. I wish I was good like you. I wish I had dreams or goals. But I know once I get out, I will just do

She wanted to enter that hell of a room and pick up, Olivia's disgusting body parts covered in blood "You can't stop me. I'm part of this group…not even Sacha can stop me from making sure that bitch… is out of our lives!"Hannah spat out bitterly. Her eyes shone with hate, Zane stared at her and knew she had gone crazy. Her obsession with Pedro was not healthy