Romans & histoires Obsession Confession

My tears streamed faster as I realized I was in the same car with killers, I visibly gulped my tears running like an open tap, I kept clutching the frame hard while staring at my house get smaller and smaller till we were out of my street into another. "Grip it harder and it will break" the Mafia King finally spoke up, I don't glance at him or acknowledge the fact he had spoken to me I just kept staring out the window, my face filled with dried salty tears. "I have a few rules I would like for you to know before we get to Italy"...

“Not to speak to. Not in those days.” The officer watched my face as carefully as my mother ever had. Then he asked where I had been on the night of my birthday. The question landed like a second knock, harder than the first. I kept my hands loose at my sides and gave him the story I could survive. “I went to St. Augustine to return some hymnals,” I said. “After that I stayed for confession. He looked at me for half a second longer after I mentioned the confession. I continued regardless. When I was finished, I came home.”

“Because that crazy fucker with mental issues will kill himself first. I mean, you were the one keeping him sane after all. It is not a secret everyone in that cursed place knows it. But you chose to make your eyes blind. You all are pathetic, really. It is a wonder that you managed to kill me, but I guess you took me by surprise.” He said cackling, and I began gasping for breath as the walls closed on me and my vision turned black. I held my chest tightly as I struggled to breathe. No, this can’t be right. Michael is stronger than this. He will never kill himself as long as I was here alive, at least. He will always wait for me. “Right, he even visits you every day and tells you how much he

There's no way he didn't consider me slow at this point. “I'm saying it's not just a tiny stupid crush, Alana. It's probably more than what you feel for me. It's maddening, overpowering, suffocating, it's all I can feel. I'm obsessed with you, and I want you so badly, but I can't have you, and I can't tell you why either.” I breathed hard as I listened to his confession. “I can't believe it..” I managed to say.

He quickly collected himself and asked, " What are you implying?" "Enough!" Zen's stern voice interrupted them suddenly. "Claire won the conclave fair and square. Why are you pretending you weren't aware of the results of a conclave?" Zen coldly asked, staring at the man. Zen's cold eyes pierced the man's soul, making him shiver. "And now! It is the moment," Zen declared, drawing everyone's attention."It's finally the moment for which we had been waiting all these years. The wolf spirit that the mystic spring seeks has been revealed and captured."

Dear God, Please let him not have seen what I wrote in a drunken-crying-my-eyes-out-weak moment. DING! He saw my note. I feel it in my bones. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He knows I begged him back. I glance over at him, but he’s bent over now, clearly being secretive. Somehow, I manage to push him out of my head and focus. The lecture continues for the next hour with several more dings. Dr. Cartwright says, “Before we end class, I would like to hear a few of the random thoughts you recorded. We need honesty if we are going to better understand each other, so I would appreciate your cooperation. Here in the front row, please share your third response.”

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

It shattered against an unseen barrier and snapped back into him. He fell to one knee, breathing hard, blood trailing down his chin. “It… it won’t…” His voice cracked with disbelief and anger. “I can’t hurt you.Damn it Isis” he cursed Ivana felt her heart hammering. “Why?” she whispered. “Why are you trying to kill me?” He slowly lifted his head. A mocking smile curled his lips. “Congratulations,” he said coldly. “You are the bride of a god.”

He would've laughed if he wasn't thinking of spreading those thighs apart and burying himself between them. “I'm just wondering why you acted like I was invading your privacy when I asked to come here,” Gabriella retorted, puffing her chest out in defiance. “You are invading my privacy.” Gabriella intruded on a lot more than his privacy. Every time he's had her in his house, he'd been so tempted to keep her there and satisfy his obsession. But he knew his hunger for her was insatiable. Keeping her safe would not be enough, he'd want to possess her, in every sense of the word.

"I didn't want to admit this, but maybe am obsessed. If not, then I will have to let her go. She has hurt me enough, but I still want her anyway. That is an obsession" I lowered my head embarrassed, by my confession but was shocked when I felt Connor's hand on my shoulder. "Remember when I was puzzled about letting go of Alicia after my mother kidnapped her" "Yes, what about it?" "Did you remember what I said then?" "That you are a selfish being but can't let Alicia go, because of your crazy obsession" I laughed as I remember the night when we almost lost Alicia. "And your reply was obsession is also a feeling," We both said and we cackled between laughter.