I Became A Sitter For The Obsessive Villains Novels & Stories

His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation. Carlos Malos, the second inmate, was a figure that filled Athena with disgust and revulsion. His vile acts of pedophilia and the harm he inflicted upon five innocent young girls were unfathomable. Learning about his diagnosis of obsessive-compulsive disorder only added to the complexity of his disturbed psyche. The fact that he would face the death penalty in a mere two months was a stark reminder of the gravity of his crimes.

She was holding the headboard while putting her ass on display while twerking. Vishal heaved another sigh. He knew he hadn't gotten enough of her. He kept watching the surveillance video and after a while,he brought out his phone. He scrolled through it before dialling a number and placing it against his ear. "Hello sir." The voice on the other end of the line sounded weak and had a sort of reverence to it. "Hey. I want you to remain in that position you are now. I want to get into the room and meet you like that." He ordered on the phone and dropped the call.

“You’re bluffing.” “Try me.” “So what do you want from me?” I asked, the words leaving me in a whisper. “Simple,” Victor said. “Help me with my shipment and you can gain back my favor. This is a first test to see if I can fully trust you. Refuse and you will have only regret for company.” “And why are you bringing her?” I asked. He smiled and whispered. “Vanessa and Camilla are two women are obsessed with you. One tried to kill your wife and the other dated me just because she couldn’t have you. They’ll come in handy.”

Viktor I. AM. FUCKING. ANGRY. I've never been this angry in my life. And I don't even understand what happened. How did a simple trip to the park turn into a nightmare? We were attacked from nowhere, and The Rebels put my daughter's life in danger. I didn't know how they knew we were going to the pack. I'm very discreet, and them attacking out of nowhere was a fucking surprise.

“I have seen her smiling with you. Not everything she did when she was with you was a lie. Even if she was acting, she felt something for you. She is just angry because of how you treated her and how easy it was to manipulate you. She hates everyone who is driven by their emotions. She buried all her emotions deep down and now cannot understand how anyone is a slave to their emotions. That is what she does not like about you. “Show her you are no one’s puppet. Like the way you made the plan to hunt down vigilantes, make a plan, take initiative.” “But the vigilantes were fake,” said Michelangelo. “Yes, they were fake. But you made the plan, and no one can deny that. She just intercepted your

And PELLA is going out of her mind with worry over KYOLINE. ISAAC's hands bend around the edge of the armrest to support his dignity. "What's in it for me? This is not my usual kind of job. Listen, VINCENT DANZA, I've already told you that I'm not a goddamn babysitter or bodyguard or whatever else you require me to be. I'm here to locate and eliminate the business traitor, and that's all."

Raven "I am completely fine. Now leave me and get out of my room. I don't wanna see your face." Neil "That's why I switched off the lights. Now listen to me. You are mine and Only Mine. I have lost a lot of things just to be with you. I got Obsessed for you just the way you were Obsessed for me. I want you and I want no one else. Stop behaving like a child. You still love me. Why don't you accept me?"

It was quite sweet really. I got up and walked to the podium where Cain was standing. Instead of King Jaxon speaking though, Iva took the podium and Jude was standing beside her with his arm around her. “Good afternoon, everyone.” She said and she looks like she is shaking in her boots. “My name is Ivana Sanger. I am the victim being mentioned in this case against Cain, Novan and Sully. However, I must include my sister Vessa Sanger as one of my assailants as well.”

The hum of the monitors fills the room as I walk in, Keith trailing behind me. The dim light from the screens casts shadows on the walls. My men are already at their posts, eyes glued to the live feeds displayed across the dozens of screens. It’s a masterpiece of security, but right now, my focus isn’t on my empire—it’s on Marcellus. I take a seat in the centre of the room, Keith settling into the chair next to me. His expression is as serious as mine.