I Am Nothing In My Soul If Not Obsessive の小説・ストーリー

“Oh yeah! What are you gonna say again huh?” “What are you saying Heather, I can’t do something of that such” “Those bags only contain cereals, chips and crisps?” “Why would you bring me cereals, chips and crisps? I can buy those on my own” “Listen Miss Heather, there must be a misunderstanding somewhere” “You might just be mistaken about the scenario. You just have to be calm and we will definitely track the stalker” “Are you trying to confuse my focus Sophia?” Heather grumbled slowly.

He couldn’t do anything worse than he had already done Lilian was done being nice and helpful. She was going to put herself first from now on starting with opening her bakery. She didn’t care the impression it would give. She would already imagine the news headlines “ Wife of Billionaire Xavier Knight now Bakery owner “ They wouldn’t really care to include her name only his and she honestly didn’t care . She was going to make the best out this horrible situation . She had lost all appetite to eat and left the food on the table and retired to her room. The stress , worries and events of the day put her straight to sleep.

Please call out my name. Please call out my name one more time. Please, I can’t find you. Don’t leave me. Please come back. I’m being pulled under by nothing. What is nothing again? . . . . . . Nothing is a black unawareness of everything. “please wake up” This voice is familiar it’s calling me. I know it. I want to be with it. It has meaning. Open your eyes Kayla chase it. Don’t let it leave. Beep Beep

I was losing myself. And because of my loss of identity of obsession, I am going to lose my life. Suddenly, it’s cold. There’s no pain and the world seems neutral for once.

On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results. First, it was my obsession with making more money than I could ever spend. I was obsessed with being the best in the game. But lately, all those obsessions seemed like something so laughable, like a child's play compared to the obsession I'm currently growing towards Iris Paige. It's infuriating, irritating, and fucking unbearable. The harsh reality was that I was completely obsessed with her. Addicted wasn't a strong enough word to even start describing what I feel. I could no longer run away from it like I did when I was twenty-three. I've officially hit rock bottom admitting that I'm full-blown obsessed with

I would not let anyone in this world pollute her beautiful soul. Every little thing about her drives me crazy. No, it's not just her body that I want to own, I want to own her mind, her soul and every damn thing that she has to offer. I'm drunk with an unknown feeling. A foreign feeling that is drowning me in. I can't figure it out but it's too late to hold it back. My addiction, obsession, and insanity are incredibly increasing with each passing day, and I'm unable to control it. Dad was right nothing but these weak, fragile girls can make us weak. She is oblivious to the power she holds though. She is making Kevin Knight weak which nobody could ever do.

I am nothing. "Clean yourself up. I'll have these sheets changed. You look disgusting." I quietly stood up and walked to the bathroom, not even bothering to argue anymore. I feel like he did own my soul and body because I feel nothing anymore. This is the worst thing he could possibly ever do to me. I am nothing. This is my life until the day I die. Until the day he decides to get rid of me, permanently.

And foolish for craving something I can never have. That little obsession of mine ends in disaster.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."