Obsession: Her Final Vengeance Novels & Stories

But they don’t know my past or the twisted things I was taught for years. I spent half my life being brainwashed into believing I was born in sin, possessed by the devil. Even though I don’t believe those lies anymore, that voice still whispers that I’m doing something wrong. Clarice says it’s normal and that I’ll eventually silence it. But for now, it makes me panic at the thought of crossing any moral line. That’s why I’m so obsessed with being “good.” They’ll never fully understand. So I stay quiet. We finally reach the mall parking lot, and a wave of excitement pushes away my worries. I desperately need new clothes—my online orders still haven’t arrived—and it’s been years since I’ve bee

As soon as the last push rolled upward to pull my length in her, I spurted out all of the seeds I'd been storing up in my body all evening. I got up but my dick is still inside her, My panting matches hers. I look at her lovely face and no matter how many times I've taken her, I'm still so fucking hooked. I wanna kill her again for leaving. She truly has become my deep obsession. I put my hand on her neck and grip it tightly as my mind goes back to murdering her over and over. I was able to do it in the trance without killing her It somehow helped my anger towards her trying to escape.

It was the sting of his indifference, the way he hadn’t acknowledged her, that had fueled her obsession. But now, that obsession had burned itself out, leaving behind something colder, sharper. The desire for revenge. Her life, once teetering on the edge of boredom, had suddenly taken on a new and thrilling purpose. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, a dark excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time. A twisted smirk curled at the corners of her lips as she stared at her reflection, now fully embracing the darkness within. She was no longer the woman seeking validation; she was something else entirely—something dangerous. And she knew exactly how to make the Don regret u

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.

He was coming closer Neil "You can't resist me. We are made for each other." But I slapped him. I really liked him but after that the way he treated me and then the way he tried to come closer and all that mean stuff. I really got scared of him. I was so sure that he wasn't the one for me. He was my Obsession but that Obsession was my regret infact was going to be the greatest regret of my life. I slapped him when he tried to touch me again and this time I slapped him really hard. He was getting on my nerves and I had already beared so much.

That’s what made her dangerous. I leaned back in my chair, watching her from across the table. She didn’t notice. Or maybe she did— maybe she wanted me to see that she wasn’t afraid anymore. I sighed quietly. “So this is what it feels like to be obsessed,” I muttered under my breath. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The plan was simple, I only wanted to finish things with Renz—tie loose ends, walk away clean. Maybe find peace somewhere far, start over with some woman.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

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?

Harry said looking at her bright shining eyes. "I was spying on you to see if you had broken the law," she said. "And by doing this you have made me angry. Get ready to suffer the consequences." Suddenly he had taken a dangerous approach. As soon as she saw it, rays started coming out of his eyes. He wanted to burn her to ashes.