Romans & histoires Manic Obsessive

"I know how guys think and those three were just too suggestive. I don't want anyone saying this was some sort of orgy or something." Satisfied with the day's work, the group went to get dressed for the trip back to Sparta. Meanwhile, in a rented house a few miles away from the house with the pool, six men gathered around an old wooden table. "We have almost all of the pieces in place. Soon you will change the course of history. We have only to select a target and determine the best day to strike. These Americans are lazy and soft. We shall have no obstacles in attaining our goals. You will be famous for all time, My Brothers." "Fame is not my goal," replied a large man with a swarthy beard

Mr Pan and Harry were like "what did we saw?The devil smiling?" Mr Pan clears his throat to get Alexander attension.Alexander looks at Mr Pan with cold eyes for interrupting his thought .Mr Pan replies in hurry by saying"M-Mr Knight ,can we go".Alexander just says "humm " and the three reach Mr Pan office. Alexander Sits in sofa while Harry stoods beside Alexander and Mr Pan sits in opposite of Alexander.Mr Pan asks Alexander wheather he nedds something cold or hot to drink.Alexander rejects him.He dont eat or drink anything in any place other than his restraunts , hotel, company or home.He has many enemy and his food was also poisoned many times .

His high pitched maniacal giggles occasionally filled the air in a pealing tone. Bernard’s mind was running in a chaotic loop of unhinged, delusionary, obsessive images that all ended with him doing unimaginable grotesque things that had pleasure running through him like he hadn’t felt since his first kill. The euphoric feeling rushed through him until he could no longer contain himself. He dumped the pictures all over a table in front of the couch. Threw every picture that wasn’t the woman that reminded him of his failure to break her on the floor. As he stood staring at her picture he began to unbuckle his belt. His member was hard at the images that filled his mind. He would do to this

The moron made all the screws loose in my brain and I could feel my blood boil from my head to my toes Before I could think twice, I ran shortly, held the man by the collar, threw him to the floor and started to punch him on the face continuously.

Nothing special but it is the biggest trigger of her anger management. When she was sixteen, barely discovering her own self, she was clinically diagnosed with anger management issues. It all started when she was exposed to their mother’s mafia clan. She is not saying that his mom’s mafia caused this, it is only where things started for her. It is like she developed an obsessive compulsive disorder—she is also clinically diagnosed to have a mild case for this one—for how they handled people.

“So, how is it? I mean, you guys hated each other for years. Is it weird? Is he like, super sweet?” I couldn’t help but grin, suddenly feeling carefree. “No, he’s not sweet at all. He’s exactly the opposite. He’s dominant, kind of aggressive, and totally possessive. It’s like all that tension from years of pretending to hate each other just exploded. It’s wild, guys. It’s... the most real, intense thing that has ever happened to me.” “So, the sex is good?” Maya asked, leaning in again, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Because I don’t want her anywhere near a man who drugged and attacked me!” “If that’s true, if you’re really that afraid of him, why do you keep asking about him? About where he is, what he’s doing, if Maya’s heard from him.” I watch her face carefully. “That’s not the behavior of someone who’s traumatized. That’s the behavior of someone who’s obsessed.” Sophie’s jaw clenches. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t I? I know obsession when I see it. I know manipulation.” I step closer. “I know what it looks like when someone wants something they can’t have and will destroy everything to get it.”

My deepest fear. ‘The mafia is the mafia’, Nick’s words flash in my head as I whisper. “No.” “No.” He repeats, tightening his hold on my hands. “No, there is nothing.” I say more firmly. “I can’t think of any reason.” “So, we are on a wild goose chase here?” Dante finishes off Rio’s drink. “Ha! Even more beautiful.” “Are you sure, Mel?” Reign insists. “Maybe an old acquaintance?” “Right.” Dante points his hands at me. “Maybe it’s your stupid…”

“The woman is not who I am worried about, I am worried about Axell! Don't you know how crazy he can be when he wants something? He does everything in his power to get it! He is a psychopath! Haven't you noticed that?” I screamed at the top of my voice.

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