Novel & Cerita Obsession Me

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

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?

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

in my ear, imagining his fingers instead of mine, his mouth devouring every sound I tried to swallow. The office, the papers, the risk—all of it faded away until there was nothing but him, everywhere, consuming me. And when I finally climaxed, biting my lip hard to keep me from crying out his name, I knew I was lost. This wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t a harmless attraction. It was an obsession. And it was only getting stronger by the minutes.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results. First, it was my obsession with making more money than I could ever spend. I was obsessed with being the best in the game. But lately, all those obsessions seemed like something so laughable, like a child's play compared to the obsession I'm currently growing towards Iris Paige. It's infuriating, irritating, and fucking unbearable. The harsh reality was that I was completely obsessed with her. Addicted wasn't a strong enough word to even start describing what I feel. I could no longer run away from it like I did when I was twenty-three. I've officially hit rock bottom admitting that I'm full-blown obsessed with

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”