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I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

“Nice. You look pale.” I don’t glance at her, keeping my eyes carefully focused on a point on the bar behind her. “I’m fine,” I say, but the truth is, I haven’t gone a day without thinking about Noah. I just.... I don't understand why my brain is so obsessed with him. He's never uttered a nice word to me. Anger flares, building and growing. Remembering what a girl said to me whenever she caught me staring at him the first day of sophmore year.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

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.

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?

Or because of the hatred in her eyes? "Now she won't forget her place. She will realize that she is nothing more than a mere distraction to me" he assured himself but then again his mind went to that wallflower. She felt beautiful and right under him. Earlier it was just a lust but now after getting her this close, that feeling turned into something stronger. Kind of obsession. He wants her under him. He wants to kiss her one more time. What kind of spell did she put on him that made him go crazy over her?. Even he couldn't stop himself, that much crazy he was for her. He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

“She was too eager. Too prepared. Almost… relieved.” He paused. “And Jenny herself — she looked completely unaware. Like someone who didn’t choose this marriage… but someone who was pushed into it.” Richard leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the desk lightly. A slow, calculated expression formed on his face. “Interesting,” he murmured. The atmosphere thickened. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “Continue,” he commanded.

The candle on the desk was about to go off, its flame shaking like a frightened secret. Shadows trembled along the walls, and right in front of me was the letter. Sealed, with the symbol of a serpent curling around the rose . The wax had cracked under my fingers, but I hadn't opened it yet. Somehow it felt like it was waiting for breath to wake it as I laid on my palms. My heart rumpled as I tried to open it. Then.... "Audrey!"