Novel & Cerita Obsession Me

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

In a weird way I feel he eats their organs. “What’s going on?!.” Rebecca whispered. As old as she was she had never experienced such a thing, she was a pure Demon royalty, pampered till she became rotten and devious . Her father and brothers never let her see such a thing to them she is still a baby they must protect her till her suture comes to marry her off!, how dumb. My memory went back to the first time I had seen such a thing. I was just Ten……. ^^^

I asked, frustration laced in my voice. “I guess you don’t know what obsession means, do you?” Maverick asked, leaning down to my level. “Princess, when you’re obsessed, no one else matters, except that one person. I can’t get you out of my fucking head and you think I will leave you alone?” “Yes. You can, Maverick.” I nodded, trying to convince him, despite knowing he wasn’t convinced and won’t be. “You live rent-free in my head, Kaida. I can’t fucking get over you, not now that I already got a taste of you.”

Because they can, they don't like people having peace of mind. He stood abruptly, his movement sharp and unsteady. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. Whatever this is, it will end right now!. " Promise me," that this won't destroy us. He looked up, something uncertain flickering behind his calm." I'll try," he said. When we reached the table, his hand found mine. It wasn't steady — cold, foreign. I knew deep down that what connected us then wasn't love, but fear. Fear of the unknown.

And I do them very well . I'm not the Jealous Hot headed type but when I lost my coolness . I lost my bright side too and then even Dark is get afraid of me And that bastard is trying to impress my Queen and My Queen forget that whom she belongs to Yeah I'm Obsessive about her even her shadow is mine . . Yes I'm Obsessive and very Obsessive on my Possession . She is mine , mine forever , this birth and upcoming next seven birth My Obsessiveness is a journey . Starting at forever and Ending at Never . .

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

" Caleb eyed them like a sly fox with a glint in his eyes. "Okay." Monica turned and went into the kitchen. Joey walked to the door, gritting her teeth as she said to Caleb, "Out!" Caleb casually strolled along, following Joey downstairs into the neighborhood. Glancing at the fuming Joey, he sarcastically quipped, "I thought you always had everything under control. Turns out you have your desperate moments too." "I'm desperate because of my family. Unlike you, shamelessly playing lapdog for God-knows-what," Joey coldly retorted.

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.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his