I Am Nothing In My Soul If Not Obsessive Novels & Stories

What if my life becomes worse? Her soul shook with fear until exhaustion finally dragged her into a restless sleep. ★★★★ NEXT DAY — 8 AM ★★★★ Jenny stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the simple white dress she had chosen. Today, she would marry Richard Logard—a man she had never met, a man the world called ruthless, cold, and terrifying. Her reflection stared back with wide, frightened eyes. Was she ready to be someone’s wife? A stranger’s wife? A devil’s wife?

"You think I wasn't there when that redheaded bitch stripped everything from me?! I know what she did! I may not understand how she did it or what she is, but I know." Haunted eyes turned to his. "I used to be able to hear everything and now I hear nothing but your voice. I used to be able to see everything and now the world is painted in muted colours, so dull and lifeless. I used to run with the wind and now a strong breeze would knock me over. I know that I am nothing now, abomination. The bitch should have allowed the other one to kill me! Death is preferable to this nothingness!"

This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.

The natural, dark, all-consuming obsession. And I knew there would be no escaping what came next.

My voice cracked completely on his name. "I'm here." He paused. "Lydia, listen to me. I know this is enormous. I know it's too much. But I need you to pull yourself together right now, you need to pull through this. Not because your feelings don't matter, they matter more than anything. But because somebody out there wants exactly this. They want you broken. They want you destabilized. They are watching to see what this does to you." His voice softened slightly. "Don't give them that." I sat on the floor of my office with Maya's arms still around me and listened to him breathe on the other end of the line.

“I should probably make at least one responsible decision tonight.” “That sounds boring.” I smiled faintly despite myself before tying the robe around my waist. My gaze drifted downstairs through the glass overlooking the club floor again. The dancers moved confidently beneath the dim lights while people watched them like art. “You like watching them,” Reed noticed. “I think I like what it represents.” “And what’s that?” I leaned lightly against the window. “Control. Freedom." I missed feeling wanted because I chose it. Not because someone claimed me. Working here suddenly didn’t sound crazy anymore.

Money always talks and I have more than enough right now. My strength was beginning to ebb; my poundings came at longer intervals; my feet beat the painstakingly slow rhythm of a burial march. I drew in ragged breath after another, inviting the foul fingers back into my throat again and again – a demented adult film of sickening proportions. A squeak from rusty hinges; someone was coming in – or going out, I realized. They were leaving him there to die of hunger and thirst. No! No, no, no, no!

Any f**king thing. No girl can humiliate him and then go scot-free.

"I know how guys think and those three were just too suggestive. I don't want anyone saying this was some sort of orgy or something." Satisfied with the day's work, the group went to get dressed for the trip back to Sparta. Meanwhile, in a rented house a few miles away from the house with the pool, six men gathered around an old wooden table. "We have almost all of the pieces in place. Soon you will change the course of history. We have only to select a target and determine the best day to strike. These Americans are lazy and soft. We shall have no obstacles in attaining our goals. You will be famous for all time, My Brothers." "Fame is not my goal," replied a large man with a swarthy beard