Novel & Cerita Obsessed Book

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

Fantasizing about fucking every inch of her, stretching her tight little holes, making her take my cock while she moaned my name like a prayer. Oh yeah. This was fucking dangerous. My jaw tightened. Fucking hell. She was an addiction, a drug-like obsession. And I have never been the type to get addicted to anything. Never been the type to care about anything. I didn’t care about her… not really. But I wanted her. And every time I saw her, that craving only fucking grew. There are two things you do with an unhealthy obsession: You either kill it or stay the hell away until it fades.

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

A huge mahogany desk sat at the center, with dark office chairs complementing it perfectly. “Take a seat.” He walked to the other side of the desk and sat down. I slowly pulled a chair backward, my eyes still surveying the office as I sat. Every corner was lined with bookshelves filled with black hardcover books arranged perfectly. This alone told me he was someone highly maintained and meticulous with his things. I couldn’t even spot a single speck of dust, not even at the top of the shelves. But something caught my attention. What the hell was that?

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

I can't rest my mind, so I put my bags in a corner, time for me to think about a way out. My phone is ringing. I thought I had muted it. Am I losing my mind? It is ringing again. I tell myself that my publisher is probably urging me for my second volume of 'The old perfume in the cupboard. ' I grab my phone, a little re-motivated. And there, my enthusiasm crashes down when I see the name of Paul appear on my screen.

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“There’s the sassy girl I know. Smartass.” The professor continues and I try to focus, but shit, he’s going to be in this class—right next to me—for the whole semester. DING! He’s going to drive me crazy. He wrote, Where’s that Kama Sutra book? I bet she still has it. Get a copy. I take a deep breath. This is going to be a long semester.