Obsessed With True Crime Novels & Stories

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

"Are you okay? I've noticed your peculiar reactions, the unnecessary clumsiness. You need to know, I can help. Just trust me and tell me what's going on." Daren's words were delivered with a soothing smile and a voice that promised solace. I knew he wanted to help, but how could I reveal that my father was entangled in debt with one of New York's most malevolent men, Marco De Luca? I couldn't bear to put his life or anyone else's in jeopardy.

He walks towards that alley, when he reached the end of it, he saw two men harassing a woman who was crying and begging. "Why are you crying human? We just want a bite, we are craving to taste human blood. It won't hurt." said of one of the two wolf that Maximillian suspects as a hybrid wolf who turns into wolf that makes them crave for blood becauase they can't still control their thirst as an hybrid wolf. "W-What are you? Why do want my blood? Please spare me, i have no money to give." the women plea while crying for her safety. "Just let us have a bit----" the hybrid wolf suddenly stopped talking as he feels a tremendous presence in the area.

“Okay, look, I’m thrilled for you, seriously. You deserve to be happy. But I have to ask the hard question, Reinna, and you need to think about this.” I nodded, bracing myself. “Go ahead.” “Did he say he loves you before or after he realized you were the only one who didn’t want him just because he’s handsome and rich? Did he say it before or after the sex got this wild?” Sarah asked, her voice gentle but firm. “Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?”

She nodded still amused. He sighed "its at work, she is my assistant. At first she was obsessed with me, following me around and bringing me lunch which wasn't part of her duties. I tried shaking her off but she became worst. Then it happened, due to her sticking around i couldn't hold back we had sex. Since then, i have not known peace" he narrated.

The world around her blurred, only the murmurs of the men as they dragged the body away. She closed her eyes and sighed. While in college, she used to have this weird fantasy of dating some cold, ruthless, obsessive mafia don that would make her shiver with just a glance. Sofia used to laugh at her fantasies. "You should stop reading these novels, there's no such man in the world," she'd say to her in the end.

Her softness, her scent, her laugh… everything about her was in his head like a loop he couldn’t escape. He missed her. More than he expected to. Was this an obsession A gentle knock came at the door. His secretary walked in, heels clicking softly. She wore a tight shirt with the top buttons undone, and her skirt had a high slit that showed too much for the workplace. She walked confidently toward him and placed a few files on his desk. “Here are the reports, sir,” she said with a smile that lingered too long. “You’ve been working all day. Would you like me to get you water? Or tea? Maybe a massage?”

The first thing that struck you about The Hollow wasn't the smell of stale beer or the dim lighting, but its brutal, unapologetic honesty. It didn't bother pre- tending to be something it wasn't, laying its sins bare for anyone who dared to look. The sticky "oors, scarred by countless boots and forgotten dreams, told a story all their own. Each scu# and stain was a testament to spilled drinks, broken promises, and the weight of too

Absolutely not. He isn't like that. He's many things — bossy, rude, a walking thundercloud — but not unsafe. If he ever had wrong intentions, he'd had plenty of opportunities in the last four years. He could've gotten rid of me in seventeen different ways and no one would've questioned it. Still… I grabbed my pocket knife and slipped it into my pajama pocket. Just in case. 0.00001% paranoia is still paranoia, and my life hadn't exactly been a training ground for trusting people blindly.

“I watch a lot of true crime in my free time and I once interned as an investigative journalist.” “Interesting,” I nodded slowly. “Tell me more.” Julian rubbed his palms together. “Basically, I just want to solve these cases and offers closure to their loved ones.” “Hmm,” I pursed my lips. “Something for humanity.” “Yes,” Julian said, his eyes lighting up.