I Am Nothing In My Soul If Not Obsessive นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was ill, my mind was feverish, it was flicking on, off, on, off, as heavy as a lecher's kiss, and it was telling me that they knew. It didn't help that when I looked up, eyes of ice were focused on me completely, boring past my mind and past my soul and into those dark corners where the festering moss of obsession was invading my mind like dandelions.

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

Everything I am, Everything I've done, Were for the purpose of utmost destruction. I weaved depression like a cloak, Flowing black tinged with red. I knitted anxiety into being, I summoned those demons, My mind working overtime, Thoughts so cancerous. I fashioned hell out of heaven, And dared to call it art. I'm not dead, Not alive either. Just somewhere in between. Expect nothing from me, For I've faded into shadow. Now when I speak, It's the echoes of who I once was.

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?

Nikolai left, and it was left with Hugo and me. I walked closer to him and flicked his forehead. He hissed at me and massaged the spot. “Why do you look so distracted? Are you watching p**n on your phone or what?” “Why would I watch it when I can create it?” I gave him a tired look. “After that, you call me arrogant.” “The point of watching that shit is to get hard, right? I mean, why would I watch it when I can—” “Enough, I heard you the first time.”

Is a garden setting more to your liking? His voice reached me as a faint whisper. My thoughts drifted to my mother's room where she lay beneath blankets while her frail voice told me she was fine. Jack extended his arm to make contact with my hand. “Sophia? ” My eyelids executed a brief closure sequence. “What? ” His brow furrowed deeply. “Are you okay? Your attention appears fragmented and unfocused. ” I forced a smile. I am just tired. ” Not a lie. My exhaustion stemmed from relentless pretense and maintaining a facade of normalcy. I find myself struggling to breathe beneath the crushing burden of my own powerlessness.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

And I do them very well . I'm not the Jealous Hot headed type but when I lost my coolness . I lost my bright side too and then even Dark is get afraid of me And that bastard is trying to impress my Queen and My Queen forget that whom she belongs to Yeah I'm Obsessive about her even her shadow is mine . . Yes I'm Obsessive and very Obsessive on my Possession . She is mine , mine forever , this birth and upcoming next seven birth My Obsessiveness is a journey . Starting at forever and Ending at Never . .