Novel & Cerita I Am Nothing In My Soul If Not Obsessive

Just raw obsession typed in perfect grammar like it came from a CEO who owned both your salary and your soul. I needed therapy. I needed holy water. I needed a priest. "Did that bastard fuck you last night?” His words flashed across the screen like a bullet to my chest. My stomach churned. “Is that why you’re still sick? Because he’s had you all night long?” I wanted to vomit. I knew it was coming, but hearing him say it out loud—well, not out loud, but in text—felt like a slap to the face. My hands were shaking now. Why the hell was he so obsessed with Elvis? Did he honestly think I was so easily swayed? I wasn’t some toy for him to break apart and put back together whenever he felt like it

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

“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.”

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

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?

He then throws her on the sofa and starts to kiss her forcefully. She shouts saying" what the fuck do you know who I am. I am Kaira copper. How day a lowly man like you force yourself on me you bloody bastard. She takes the glass vase and was about to smash on the delivery boys head but the man catches her hand and said" oh my god. Baby you need me. I need you. I need the thing you have. You have the thing needed. We don't look status and class. We only look pleasure. "

I do my best to keep active, to contribute with wisdom so that I would at least become a prominent person here and so that my dad would approve. I do my best not to zone out and think about something else—a particular lady, the one that consumes my every thought nowadays. I simply try to act normal, but it's almost impossible with how I find myself thinking at intervals. This girl has got me affected one way or another, I think to myself bitterly. I'm obsessed now and there's no going back, I think again, shaking my head as I wonder at how unable I am to really be focused for so long without a message from her when I'm not exactly talking to her.

Because even as she tried to say them out loud, she realized how crazy they sounded. You want hell? I will give it to you. Starting now. Isabelle's words echoed in her head. Over and over and over. Starting now. Starting now. Starting now. Elena's vision blurred. The room tilted sideways. "Elena?" Adrian's voice sounded far away. "Elena, stay with me. Elena!" But the darkness was pulling her down. Down into a place where Isabelle's whispered words followed her. You want hell? I will give it to you. Starting now.

Dante's Pov I was sleeping and yet awake in my mind. I was being thrown into a pool full of water and strong hands were pushing my head deep into the water so that no matter how I fought to the surface, I sank deeper and choked on a large amount of water whenever I tried to scream. I was stronger than that, and I was struggling, but I still felt so weak and destabilized, maybe drugged so that my body felt limbless. Suddenly, the hand slipped, and I seized the opportunity to swiftly jerk off and surface before those merciless hands captured me again.

Bryan punched in Rolland's phone number immediately and called him, and Rolland told him that he was occupied with a little project and he would try to make it the following day. "Is he really that busy for days now? I feel neglected right now." Bryan murmured after disconnecting the phone call. Bryan felt stuck in one place and couldn't do anything for himself. He was limited to some things and he found them boring, so he decided to go clubbing that night. Bryan lounged on the plush sofa in the guest house, scrolling through his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet gues