I'm The Obsession Of My Cold-hearted Ex Novels & Stories

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

And in fact, my stomach churned because beneath that cold exterior lay a curious mix of passion and, danger, and something quite illicit. I told myself to inhale. Compose, Sophia, compose. "You wanted to discuss," he stated, setting his glass aside, his gaze meeting mine. I stepped forward, crossing my arms as I struggled to suppress the flush creeping up my face. "It's about Mira. She is. is becoming a thorn in my flesh." He leaned back slightly, waiting for me to continue.

She blurted out ,with her eye balls blazing out with fury “So what his with this burn out these morning” I murmured “Because I am tired of you, your obsession , everything about your life is Rocco ,you don't even know what he looks like now so what's with all these fuses?” Hitting the hedge of her hand with her palm in demonstration I'm not about to deal you with now , I walked off from her sight, that was a total mood ruiner ,I don't know what is wrong with her, what's her business with what I do with it ,why does she care so much about it

that Chelsea mumbled. I was looking for my watch when I shook my head at the word she uttered. “I don't do obsessions, love. Obsessions are meaningless.” I said. “You can call it an obligation.” “Obligation?” “For the woman I bit earlier, the woman I marked mine, the one I call mate.” She said nothing. So, I asked. “Do you want me to continue because I—” “No.” She immediately cut me off

Why was I not able to bring myself to hit him ! It's like I wanted to know about Martina so that I can make her love me more. No, I don't only love me , I want her to become obsessed with me. ' Is it okay to hear from her ex husband about her sexual desires?' That moment my wolf roared angrily at me. For a second I realised what I was really thinking was sin. The love was long gone for me when she married my brother. What's left was my obsession for her. The obsession for making her moan while I kiss her noble body. The desire to hear her moans when I enter inside. It was all so annoying yet intimidating. I used to masturbate all night longing for Martina.

The gun never leaves my skin, trailing down my thigh before pressing between my legs, the barrel nudging against the damp heat of my pussy through the robe. “If I didn’t like you,” he murmurs, his voice rough, “I wouldn’t be watching you from my phone, jacking off to the videos I take of you in the shower.” His free hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, almost black, burning with something feral. “I wouldn’t be distancing myself from you, trying to get a grip on myself.” His lips twist. “But I can’t, baby. I’m obsessed with you. And I hate that.”

He didn't care to see that I was bleeding from what he had done. “You have no idea how I have missed you,” He whispered as he leaned further into my face. I moved my head back but he gripped my face and made me stay in one place. The chair had played a huge factor in me being in this situation. “If you move again, I will increase the cold and you might just freeze to death and nobody will get to have you,” He said through clenched teeth. I did not realize I was crying until I felt hot tears on my cheek. I was sad, sad that I might die and Damien wouldn't be able to save me from this man. This wasn't love. it was an obsession.

RIVER How do you feel when someone you love deeply chooses his best friend over you? How worse can it be for me? Now, I am almost losing my sanity but everything changes when I find myself in an unknown room and my heart dies in my chest when I see my ex's favourite biker — the one he has always been obsessed with, in between my legs and a dark glint on his lips. *** A big smile crawls up my face when Ryker's message pops up on my phone's screen.

To be my partner in this normal day thing. Remember when I said I wanted to punch someone for making her sad? Scratch that. When she tells me about her ex's betrayal, I want to kill him. The urge to kill for a woman I met five seconds ago remains a puzzle to me. We don't go through the normal routine of introducing ourselves, since we refer to each other as strangers. But apparently, the beautiful lady's curiosity gets the best of her and now she's insisting on knowing who I really am, and the real reason as to why I'm hiding my face.

he said, voice low and unyielding, “I will make you mine—no matter what.” Then he straightened and stepped back. “I’ll see you again, Ms. Ferrer.” With that, he turned and walked out of my hotel room, leaving me frozen in place, his words echoing in my head. What the hell did he mean by that? I swallowed hard, pressing a hand against my chest. My heart was pounding so fast it hurt. I will make you mine no matter what. Those words played over and over in my mind. God. Had I just made my ex-boyfriend’s father fall for me?