My Secret Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

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?

Qeiza wasn’t aware that Chin Hwa observed her restlessness. Qeiza averted her gaze to her phone. Her slender fingers began to dance swiftly on the keyboard. [You’ve promised me to keep it in secret] [Why now you did the opposite?] Chin Hwa smiled again when he read Qeiza’s reply. [I wanna them know the truth] [No one can demean you by spreading false rumors] Chin Hwa’s confession invited Qeiza to turn her gaze back at his office. Chin Hwa nodded when their gaze met. Qeiza blew out a strong breath. Her heart was very touched by his attention.

“Before I became insanely and dangerously obsessed with one woman.” He defeated my insecurity once again, and I felt foolish for letting it bother me in the first place. “Was this one of the secrets you mentioned earlier?” He cocked his head slightly when he absorbed the question. “No. The purpose of a secret is to conceal shame. I have no shame in paying for sex.”

"Yes. Married." A massive, ridiculous grin broke across Leo's face, and he immediately leaned across the table. "Okay, we need to run the data. Who is he? Give me the profile. Is he a secret billionaire? A retired movie star living undercover in the suburbs? An international spy? Oh, wait—is he a mafia boss? Please tell me you're getting a mafia stepfather, Julian. I need the connections." I couldn't help it; a genuine laugh broke through my stubborn mood. The sheer absurdity of his guesses instantly cut through the lingering anxiety from last night.

I had to know. I packed every cloth I could lay my hands on and some shoes, a few hundred dollars in cash and ran down the stairs, I grabbed the keys from the driver and hightailed it out of the mansion. I had to know one thing: who exactly is his secret obsession?

But not from tonight. Adrian’s blood ran cold. The screen went black. Then the figure disappeared. Adrian backed away from the window, heart racing, voice hoarse. “What the hell was that?” Julian didn’t answer. He was already reaching for his phone. But it was too late. A new notification lit up both their screens. Anonymous Upload. New Video. Title: Secrets Don’t Stay Buried. Adrian’s vision blurred. He looked at Julian. And finally said what he’d been afraid of all along.

The straw finally snapped between my fingers on the forty-third twist. There's a name for what I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Why I didn't tell Nico I have OCD I'll never know. Maybe it's because I'm keenly aware of how crazy I am. My main obsession is numbers. I count everything, how many twists it takes to break a straw or how many steps I take to and from class. My compulsion is having to touch things seven times to make everything all right. The anxiety on top of OCD was just a perk. "Oh my God, you've never been to a football game?" she asked incredulously. "That's a sacrilege at this school."

Competence here required precision, foresight, and the ability to anticipate unspoken needs. Her confidence grew, though nerves still hummed beneath the surface. Each time she passed his desk, his eyes followed her. Not menacingly, but with quiet scrutiny, with subtle curiosity. Every glance made her acutely aware of herself: her posture, her expression, the slight tremor in her hands when she corrected a minor error. She had not expected to feel watched in this way, yet it was electric, intoxicating, and unnerving all at once.

He moved his hand to drive Riley's private secretary out. After Serra came out, his gaze was very sharp on the camera that was on the table, the little camera that he had hidden so well now was destroyed, so he couldn't pay attention to Riley again. He only had two hidden cameras left, and he was smiling because he could hide that he was the culprit. After an hour had passed, the sleeping woman woke up like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale, her flustered expression extremely beautiful in the eyes of the man beside her.