Novel & Cerita Midnight Obsessions

Two had turned into a game of trying to out-run his own thoughts, each sip a desperate attempt to quiet the memories that haunted him, the images that "ickered behind his eyelids like a broken !lm reel. By thetime the clock above the bar blinked past midnight, he was plastered—the room tilting on its axis, his head buzzing like a hive of angry bees, his pulse a frantic drum against his ears. Everything blurred, the faces around him fading into a hazy background, their voices a dull roar that he couldn't quite decipher. Except her.Alli behind thebar, a beacon in the smoky haze, her presence a constant, unwavering pull. Alli's laughter, head thrown back, throat long and elegant in that moment,

Under the light, it turned transparent, her nipples dark shadows against the fabric, the faint outline of her bare pussy visible with every breath. She looked filthy. Like a slut I will pay a top dollar to ruin. "Where are we going?" Her voice was cautious, eyes searching mine. "An art exhibition." Her brows pulled slightly together. “At night?” “You’ll understand when we get there.” The warehouse vibrated with low ambient music when we arrived, soft lighting casting golden pools over scattered platforms. The air was filled with the scent of sex—musk, perfume, and sweat. Models posed in varying states of undress. On one platform, a woman lay spread-eagle, legs trembling as three attendees wo

✿ I am looking to escape my darkness Out in the dark over the shadow The fallow fawns invisible go The melting candles of my life are a shame As I do not fit in that frame Through spring and fall I loved you, and you're all I am looking to escape my emptiness The moon is my sun, the night is my day Your blood is my life, and you are my prey I always own every part of you, in return Take my heart for it only beats to you ✿ 4 years ago ✿ It was dark, and the clouds were crying rain... And the environment was filled with the many sounds of howling echoed and sounds of growling with anger. A beautiful lady covered with dirt and buries was restrained with chains crowned her arms, neck, and legs..

Lucas's father asked staring at us as I placed Gavin back in his seat. "Let's say yes," I shrugged and began sharing the sponge cake. 'I hope they sort it out!' I thought. ______________________________________ * * * What do you guys think so far? Please drop a review ❤️❤️ Do you want a sequel about Ben and Beatrice's Story? Please, you all stay tuned for the Book 2 of the Obsession series, a Sequel of 'Secret Obsession' titled:- HIS WILD OBSESSION.

On a good day she'd probably be using that mouth of hers for something better, down between my legs with my dick shoved down her throat while I'm seated and having a good smoke, then she wouldn't have the chance to ask questions. Why the hell is everywhere getting darker? All I see is black, I can hear the strange woman calling me "Mister" and trying to wake me and I'm out. ************************************************ AZELIÁ Fucking bastard, I don't need this right now, I need to be home and sleep this terrible day off and not be here with a drunk Englishman. It was getting really cold and I had nothing on me other than the bar uniform. What do I do now… I'm startled by a vibration from

We melted into each other's warmth, finding sanctuary in our connection. *** Maximus was still asleep when I woke up—probably around midnight. The city outside shimmered like a sky full of stars, its lights stretching across the streets and buildings. After calling Frederick to request a light snack, he also directed the helpers to tidy up the disheveled room. By the time everything was settled, Maximus was still fast asleep. A quiet relief washed over me. The crisis that had seemed so overwhelming just hours ago now appeared manageable. I nestled back into Maximus' unconscious embrace, listening to an audiobook about mental health disorders through my earbuds. The hours melted away, the sky

And then, beaming, I tumble myself backwards through the darkness and back into Atalaxia. _ _ _ Jesse and Midnight lay flat on their stomachs atop the hill, looking down at the rather remarkable network of cages down below. As Midnight continues to peer closely at the blobby blur at the center of the network that may or may not be people – they can’t quite tell at this distance – Jesse groans and closes his eyes, resting his head against his folded arms. “Shhh,” Midnight says, shoving at his shoulder with the tips of her fingertips. “I’m watching.” “And does my groan of agonized boredom interfere with your sight?” Jesse mutters, frustrated.

No message from Matteo, and an irrational, painful disappointment tightened through my chest. I hated this version of myself. The waiting, the wanting, the constant low awareness of his absence. It felt dangerously close to obsession now, not the dramatic kind, but the quiet kind that reshapes your inner life so gradually that everything begins revolving around one person before you even realize how it happened. And maybe that was what frightened me most: I no longer knew how to undo it. When the message finally came, it was after midnight. "I couldn't talk tonight" A pause, and then; "I kept thinking about you"

Inside was a single card, written in that same graceful handwriting: > Now come see the truth beneath. — The Obsidian Club.” Beneath it, a time and an address. Saturday, midnight. My breath caught. The Obsidian Club. The place was infamous: exclusive, dangerous, whispered about. A world of masks and money and things people didn’t talk about in daylight. Why would they invite me? My first instinct was to throw it away. I’d had enough of mysteries. Enough of men who spoke in riddles. But as I stood there staring at the black wax seal, something tugged at me. Curiosity. Fear. Excitement.

My thumb traced the silver band on my left wrist a habit I couldn’t break when the silence got too heavy. ​Three in the morning was always the hour when the mind began to betray itself. It was when exhaustion stopped being a physical ache and turned into a quiet, creeping paranoia. Every shadow in the corner looked like a breach; every creak of the estate's old foundation sounded like a boot on a floorboard.