Obsession Confession Mga Nobela at Kwento

I have to escape his madness or else I'll lose myself in his obsession. .............................. what do you think about Sebastian?. comment please.

The confessional waited at the side, wood dark and creaking, like it knew what he was about to do. Rum slipped inside. He heard the other side click open a moment later—quiet, hesitant. "Ru—" "I need to confess," Rum cut in, eyes fluttering shut, head leaning back against the wooden panel. “I needed to talk to someone. About my... urges.” A pause. “Go on.” Rum bit his lip. “I’ve been having thoughts. Bad ones. Wanting to do things. Needing things done to me.” Elijah didn’t speak. But Rum could hear his breathing. Measured. Controlled.

He thumb stops mid caress and I can feel his gaze running over me in confusion and judgement, “Obessed? Um…no.” I feel like I am freezing, like he just said the best and worst that I have ever heard. I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “Alston, I’ve been thinking a lot about us, and I’ve realized something. I want someone who is obsessed with me.” Alston's expression shifts from confusion to concern, his brows furrowing slightly as he processes my words. I can sense the tension in the air, thick and suffocating as I wait for his response.

He went over to Mickey. "Hey, move away. Let me do it, it seems as though you're planning to take my mom away from me" he muttered. Leah laughed from where she was. She's glad to see he's finally the cheerful Jaime that she knows. She looked around the restaurant worriedly. "Where are you?" She asked, referring to her husband, Sebastian. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT*** Hailey shut down her computer as she was through with the day's work. She stretched her shoulder tiredly and yawned softly. She's suddenly feeling hungry.

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

“You just confessed everything, on record, and I’m done. Touch my family again and you won’t just lose the project, you’ll lose everything.” I turned and walked out, legs shaking. The recorder in my bag felt like a lifeline, his confession was there...raw, unfiltered, deranged. Outside on the street, I leaned against the building, sucking in deep breaths. Tears burned my eyes. I felt violated, exposed. The intensity of his obsession was worse than I’d imagined. Not mild feelings, not a simple crush. Something dark and possessive that had been growing in the shadows for months. I called Damon with trembling fingers. “I have it, his confession. All of it. He’s completely unhinged.”

His Adam's apple bobbed violently before he finally spoke in a rough, unfamiliar voice. "My love... that's not true. I didn't do it. They were lying. I didn't do it, I swear." He slowly stood and approached her, desperately trying to justify something Iris didn't even understand. But when she noticed emotions on his usually cold face... Maybe madness. Maybe obsession. She wanted to run. Immediately. She turned around and hurried toward the door. Memories that didn't belong to her flashed through her mind, mirroring exactly what was happening now. "No, wait, Iris! Please!!"

" But the de!ant glint in her eyes betrayed her nonchalant tone. This was no accident. This was a calculated move, a deliberate intrusion. "That's the problem," he muttered, the words laced with a self-loathing that ran bone-deep, a weariness that seemed to settle in his very bones. "I never learned how to shutthe goddamn door." It was a confession, an admission of weakness, but also a plea for understanding. He'd always been susceptible to her charms, her manipulations, herability to tap into the darkest parts of his soul.