Movie Dangerous Obsession Novels & Stories

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

She turned her attention back to the handsome man she'd been talking to, who was now leaning in close to her, clearly enamored. I settled onto the stool nearest to me, sipping the drink slowly. The lime and rum flavors mixed together, creating a sharp, refreshing taste. The music was pumping through my veins, and my body began to sway to the beat. All around me, people were dancing, kissing, and grinding against each other. It was a dizzying scene, filled with energy and passion. I felt a strange sense of exhilaration, watching the room spin with life.

Manik lifted nandu in his arms and took her to their theatre room..They settled down on sofa.. They are watching fifty shades of grey but our nandu is feeling very shy and uncomfortable to watch this movie with him.. While watching movie manik is moving his hand on her back to make her more uncomfortable..Manik leaned towards her cheek and bit it and sucked it to sooth the pain..Nandu didn't say anything she is trying hard not to moan..And not to cry as manik warned her..There came the hot make out scene.. Manik's hand is on her waist squeezing it digging nails in her smooth skin..Nandu hissed in pain..Manik is looking like he is trying hard to control himself from making her his..He turned

I was no longer just his possession. I was becoming his obsession. And in the dangerous world of the mafia, obsessions like this… never ended quietly.

“He will. Because men like Damien don’t love — they consume.” She swallowed hard. “And you’re different?” “Yes.” She laughed — a tiny, disbelieving sound. “I don’t even know you.” “You should.” My voice dropped lower. “You really should.” She stepped back again, but I grabbed her wrist — gently, not enough to alarm anyone watching, but firmly enough to keep her attention. “Listen to me,” I said. “Damien is spiraling. His obsession is turning into something dangerous. He won’t let you breathe without choking on his shadow.”

“We speak of sense. You hunt with no plan, no pause, chasing down rumors. This is not a sound strategy, Your Majesty, it is an obsession.” The word struck hard, reverberating through the chamber. Obsession. I straightened slowly, sweeping my gaze across them. Their fear was palpable, but beneath it I saw what they would not yet voice aloud: doubt. Mutiny. “You call it obsession,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “But obsession is the only reason you sit breathing in this chamber. Obsession united packs. Obsession crushed your enemies.” My eyes locked on the boldest of them, the one who dared meet my stare. “And you, lordling, dare question what you’ve never bled for.”

What a way to die. My skin prickled with unease, but I was in too deep to back out now. I tugged my red dress down a bit, letting the neckline plunge as low as decency allowed. If I was going to catch Maruska Romanovich's eye, I needed to bring my A-game. Being a surrogate for a dangerous mafia lord without his knowledge? Yeah, not the safest gig, but the payout would be life-changing. A shaky, disbelieving laugh, and then I made my way toward the long, sleek bar. It was the perfect spot to get my bearings in this huge den of depraved elite.

MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2 ~Jamie’s POV~ Marcus invited us to the movies that evening, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Horror flick. My treat,” he said casually over dinner, eyes flicking to me for a split second with that dark hunger only I could see. Ethan jumped at the chance. I nodded, throat tight, already knowing this was a trap for me. When we got to the theater it was almost empty for a weekday night. We took seats in the back row.

The experience of being kept in the dark was something I found deeply unpleasant. Hours Later Valerie unearthed an ancient security video that appeared both grainy and distorted yet remained sufficiently clear. The corner timestamp displayed a date ten days prior to the janitor’s murder. Sophia stepped out of the club and appeared on the screen yet she had company. Sophia’s mother was with her.

I knew they were involved in dangerous work, but seeing it up close is different. There’s something unsettling about how naturally they handle the firearms, their expressions unreadable as they pack them into duffel bags. My stomach twists, not from distrust, but because I do trust them. I just wish they trusted me enough to explain what’s really happening. Lying by omission is still lying. “Alright, let’s go,” Logan announces, sliding into the driver’s seat. No hesitation. No debate. Just pure command. Drew nudges me forward. I climb into the back beside him. He drapes an arm around my shoulders as I settle in, my legs pressed against Killian’s on the other side. It’s a tight fit, but we ma