Novel & Cerita Obsessed Book

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

00001% paranoia is still paranoia, and my life hadn't exactly been a training ground for trusting people blindly. I looked around my apartment. Yep — this looks guest-visit clean. Small, cozy, and spotless. Always spotless. I hate messy houses. Chaos outside is fine. Chaos inside? Unacceptable. Should I prepare some food? Every time I visited his place to work, his parents fed me. Like *actually fed me*. But it was 10 a.m. only. He must've had breakfast. I didn't want to cook something he wouldn't eat and have it go to waste.

Just a little and that was because work had always done that for me. It gave me structure and control. A reason to focus on something outside my own thoughts. I looked down at the reservation tablet again and exhaled slowly. Everything looked normal. But my mind still wasn't. Linda’s words kept replaying inside my head. “He’s obsessed. There’s a difference.” I hated that the sentence stayed with me and the fact that it unsettled me this much. My fingers paused above the screen as I pondered on the word. Obsessed?. The word made me uncomfortable because love was supposed to feel safe and not threatening.

Concern flashed across his face as he hesitated, unsure whether to comfort her, speak, or slip away. But as he took a silent step closer, Phillip’s eyes widened. One of Monica May’s hands was clearly underneath her skirt, moving with urgent need. Her body shivered with pleasure, not sadness. His cock twitched hard inside his designer slacks, thickening rapidly at the erotic sight. She was masturbating—right here in the office, lost in her own filthy little world.

"It's obsession. But without it… he would burn everything, Allistair included." Hours passed, or maybe only minutes, but time was irrelevant now. The Book hummed, restless, a silent pulse of malice that wanted loose, yet it was still anchored by Allistair through the insane devotion of Lucifer. Every stir, every shudder, every faint gasp was greated by the same obsessive, maddening care. Lucifer leaned in, pressing his forehead closer, voice raw. "Do you feel it? The chaos? The destruction? I know. I know it all. But I am here. I am with you. Every step, every breath… mine."

Remember, you both also have to meet at some point, but let the energy and the zeal be heavier on his path. I hope I didn't fail you in this book and yes, this epilogue will be free. It Is a token of my appreciation to you all. If you enjoy the ride down here then I will recommend my new book to you all. “His Deadly Obsession.” Guys!!! Drystan and Rosealba are slowly becoming my favorite book couples. Trust me when I say Drystan is so obsessed and I can barely go a day without going back to read some chapter and giggle at every scene.

He was the one letting me do as I pleased. Possessive and dominating. This intensity should have made me scared. His obsession should have turned on every alarm in my head but it fucking didn't. My core clenched and cried more, begging for something forbidden. I craved more, I needed more than just the sparks from his lips. More than just his tongue teasing my tongue like he was fucking my mouth. I needed to be touched I wanted him to show me how only he could make me undone in ways no one can. His obsession wasn’t my burden; it was my favourite sin. The one I returned to every time I swore I’d quit

"Can't you just shut up for one damn minute? You're so arrogant." "Why? You know I'm right, and that's why it makes you angry," she smiled, defiant in front of the imposing male figure that eclipsed her small body. "I'm sure that if I could get inside your mind, I'd find obscene thoughts about me." She placed her hand on the man's cheek. "Am I right? You have an obsession with me, Rizzo, and it gets harder for you to hide it every day." He pulled away from her, roughly pushing her hand away, his gaze turning cold and indifferent.

If she was willing to step closer, it meant I wasn’t the only one feeling this. That meant everything could go wrong. At home, I dropped my backpack by the door and stared at it like it held answers. My house was quiet too quiet. It always was. Mom worked late. My room felt like a waiting space rather than somewhere I belonged. I pulled out my English book and opened to the marked chapter, but the words blurred. Every sentence turned into her name. Every metaphor felt personal. Obsession starts when people ignore what they feel. I’d said that in class like it was a theory.

The building infront of him is his underworld base. Alexander scanned his man with his cold face and entered inside the building.To enter a base a person has to go to many secuirity check.Since Alexander is the boss he dont have to go any security check.After some time he reached one of the dark cell. In that dark cell there were two man who were tourtured to death.Harry his secretary was already present there wating for his president.All the man present in the room bow their head to the king of underworld Alexander knight.