Novel & Cerita Kelsey Obsession Phrases

She mumbles to herself while tears were about to enter her mouth, and then she began to move towards the door. “What did you say?” Damon asked while trying to know the unclear words she muttered. “I said that a killer is always a killer. I can only live or die.” Amelia roared as she turned toward Damon. She left her cool and was ready for whatever might be the consequences of her action. The brokenness of her voice was enough evidence that the words were forced out of her unimaginable mood.

“It happens that you are a fuc** lunatic! I'm not yours or anyone's, I don't understand why you had to send me that message, you're watching me all the time, I'm moving out of your apartment today, I don't want your attention anymore” “And if I tell you that you have no choice but to be mine? What would you do?” “That's not my only option, if I must resign from your company I'll do it immediately, I just don't understand why you say those things? what's the matter?” Andy returns to his seat, sighs, and looks into her eyes. “It's just that I feel like I like you a lot” Camille, it's a feeling I can't control. “Just like you can't control your obsession and control. Did you know that you have

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

He was obsessed with me, and to him that obsession was the most beautiful thing in the world. THE END.

No one came to my aid, and I was trapped. Theresa's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a manic intensity. She tilted her head, mocking me, her voice dripping with condescension. “What’s the matter, sweet darling? Afraid?” Her words were like a cold breeze on a winter night, sending shivers down my spine. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady, but tears stung my eyes. “You’re sick, Theresa. This isn’t love. This is an obsession. And it won’t bring him to you. Killing me won’t bring anyone to you.”

she whispered, the words a breathless confession, laced with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. He lifted his head, his eyes burning into hers, a dark, possessive gaze that made her knees weak. "You're not doing a damn thing," he growled, his voicethick with desire that mirrored her own, a promise of a pleasure she wouldn't have to work for. He hooked his !ngers under the delicate lace of her panties, a possessive gesture that sent shivers of anticipation down her thighs. "I'm doing every damn bit of it."

“I can’t… stop wanting you.” I pressed her against the wall, hands roaming possessively, lips capturing hers in a kiss that burned hotter than any flame in the city below. “Good,” I growled. “Because I don’t just want you. I own you. And anyone who tries to touch you… dies in the memory of my obsession.” The night stretched on — a storm of heat, desire, and obsession. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered possessive vow reminded us both that there was no going back. Sebastian Velez would never release what was his. And Ocean… she never wanted to escape.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

she said accusingly, withdrawing her hand. I blinked, clarity returning like a slap. The bourbon had dulled my senses enough that I’d mistaken Kelsey for Penelope. Self-disgust rose like bile in my throat. “Get away from me,” I muttered, shoving her aside. She stumbled slightly, catching herself on the arm of the couch. “You were thinking about her again, weren’t you? After everything she did, you still want her!” “Lower your voice,” I ordered coldly. “Why should I?” Kelsey hissed furiously. “Everyone already knows you’re obsessed with her. Following her around like a lovesick pup, while she parades around as some long-lost princess.”

With his piercing eyes, he stared at him coldly and asked solemnly, “What did you just say? Say it again and I’ll listen carefully.” Thump. Kelsey’s legs began to tremble from Philip’s aura and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The corners of his mouth trembled as he asked, “What do you want to do?” “I said, repeat what you said just now!” Suddenly, Philip's voice became extremely cold, and the killing intent that soared to the sky seemed to swallow Kelsey! Kelsey could not withstand it. This monstrous pressure... He had never seen it on anyone else except on his father and Roger Clarke!