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

Or focus my gaze on your bright eyes and forget about the world. My idea to try to forget all this and leave it in the past was to sink even deeper into work. This will cause me a future problem, I'm feeling it, but I can't escape it. It has become a vicious cycle. I think about her, I work more. I see her, I work more. Furthermore, I smell you, I work harder. There is no human being in the world who can handle huge doses of stress in a row and doesn't freak out.

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

He was silent for a moment. A moment later, he thought, "Ah! Just ignore it! Just leave it! He only gets mad at me and my friends in class. I never understood the lesson until now. If I'm later expelled from his class, I've just let myself be such a stupid Chemistry student! Indeed, I'm already stupid, and I never be smart in that subject." Vega just paid attention to Alberto from her position. Vega immediately thought, "What's wrong? Why was Alberto so terrified? Is there any problem? If there's a problem, why doesn't he tell me or ask my opinion?"

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

his lip curled "has poisoned everything." He stood up abruptly and began pacing again, mumbling under his breath. I can’t catch all of it, but I hear fragments, words like "mine," 'perfect," "meant to be," "fix this." My throat tightened. This wasn't love, this was obsession, a dangerous obsession that anyone should have avoided but here I was, drowning in it, hands tied. "Thomas." I try again, softer this time. "Look at me." He stops pacing. Slowly, he turned.

I have to escape his madness or else I'll lose myself in his obsession. .............................. what do you think about Sebastian?. comment please.

“If you die now… How could I ever repay your love? I don’t like owing others anything…” The loss of blood weakened him. He signed heavily when he heard her calling out his name. “You don’t owe me anything… I just want to love you, with all my heart, so that I will have no regrets for loving you. Even if I die here tonight…” his body shook from the cold, and he tried to hold her just a little tighter, just to keep himself a little warmer using her body’s heat.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently before he finally spoke in a rough, unfamiliar voice. "My love... that's not true. I didn't do it. They were lying. I didn't do it, I swear." He slowly stood and approached her, desperately trying to justify something Iris didn't even understand. But when she noticed emotions on his usually cold face... Maybe madness. Maybe obsession. She wanted to run. Immediately. She turned around and hurried toward the door. Memories that didn't belong to her flashed through her mind, mirroring exactly what was happening now. "No, wait, Iris! Please!!"

"I tried keeping my distance. Didn't work. Tried drowning it in whiskey. Didn't work. Tried letting Layla talk at me until my ears bled. Didn't work." His desperation was palpable, reaching out to her across the digital divide, a tangible ache that resonated deep within her own soul. She could almost feel the tremorin his hands as he typed, the frantic energy thrumming beneath his skin. "Nothing touches it. Nothing cuts it. You're in my head, and you don't leave." She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to breathe, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.