Novel & Cerita Hopelessly Obsessed

My senses are heightened and taut, tight as a wire as I try to keep one eye on the door and one on my friends, hoping I look casual and not anxious. Come on, football players! Let’s get this over with so I can get my ass home and put on regular clothes, raid my fridge, and watch Big Bang Theory. Three tequilas in and only half an hour has passed. Plus, I’m still sober. I glare at my shot glass, contemplating an entire bottle. Why does each moment that passes feel so dang slow? Still, I look back up and give the group a sweeping smile. Here I am, happy as a clam, it says.

No one should feel safe. “You are absolutely right, you have no idea how much I regret not having done it and for that I offer my apologies. I can only say in my defense that I did not know what was going to happen, he was supposed to have surpassed Lourdes and I noticed a lot of progress that made me very happy. Not in a thousand years would I have imagined that I would start over with this hell harassing another person, I cannot express in words how disappointed I feel,” she said, shaking her head. A very crazy idea made its way into my brain and I couldn't help but wonder whether or not he would get bored with me because his behaviors seemed to have a repeating pattern. Would Ezra find an

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

Obsession, a word Jareth had said many times and still did not understand how he should interpret it. The way he said it, it seemed like he was saying a flattering kind of love greater than love itself. But, obsessions are not healthy. So, that's what makes me hesitate. "I really want to know what you mean by obsession. Because I understand very different things and I doubt that's what you want to tell me" I murmur and Jareth nods. "I'll explain when I have a more focused idea of how to explain you, because you are my obsession. Now we'd best get out before we get any later." Jareth says and I immediately deny knowing how I am right now, for succumbing to my husband's temptation.

Her response showed her emotions making her voice unstable, she hurriedly walked out of the ward and I could hear the sound of her heels on the corridors as the sound faded slowly away, I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes once again Suddenly, I jerked off from the bed, bowing my head in frustration, pulling my black thick hair, like I wanted it off my head, her teary eyes hunted my imagination like I could see her in front of me, her soprano pitch voice filled with fear, her pleading didn't leave my ears, and I couldn't stand to see her get hurt, she's so different from other ladies I had encountered in life as a mafia king, would I be harming the wrong person, I thought to myself, I

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

Fantasizing about fucking every inch of her, stretching her tight little holes, making her take my cock while she moaned my name like a prayer. Oh yeah. This was fucking dangerous. My jaw tightened. Fucking hell. She was an addiction, a drug-like obsession. And I have never been the type to get addicted to anything. Never been the type to care about anything. I didn’t care about her… not really. But I wanted her. And every time I saw her, that craving only fucking grew. There are two things you do with an unhealthy obsession: You either kill it or stay the hell away until it fades.

She wondered what must have happened for him to have such a pale face. Was he sacked?? West thought momentarily before turning to her computer system again. While typing, she could feel gazes on her back and when she turned to look at atlas, he would bend his head as if he was concentrating on his work. West sighed and removed her mind from it. Meanwhile,atlas was too tired for all that was going on in his head, his gazes kept wandering back to west as she was so immersed in typing. His heart felt heavy for some reason,he loved the wrong person and that was all his mind was hammering at him.