Obsession Stalked By My Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I don't know because you won't let me in. Because every time we get close, you pull away or get jealous or act like I'm some possession you need to guard." "You're not a possession." "Then stop treating me like one." "I can't." The admission tore out of me. "I can't because every time I see you with another man, every time someone else makes you smile or touches you or looks at you the way I want to look at you, I lose my mind. I want to tear them apart. I want to lock you away where no one else can reach you." "That's not love, Killian. That's obsession."

His actions made it clear that he knew about my arousal . This man is weird and Obsessive but all his weirdness and Obsessiveness are belongs to me He stared deeply intensely at me . His Gorgeous black eyes and his expressionless face both are similar to his dominate personality , Completely blank for the entire world but not for me . I understood how much he loves me but his love is different that no normal person can see , feel and understand You are the best husband a wife can have ..... ,, I said , smiling but I knew that I needed to work hard on his Obsessiveness

he never finds out? Is that possible? We could go on like this forever, insatiable for each other. Lost in this crazy tailspin we throw one another into. It's an addiction. We are an addiction. And maybe I was crazy to think walking away would be so easy. No. No, it's impossible. Because he saw me last night. He recognized that I've been stalking him, obsessing and hungering...and he made love to me anyway. He needed me despite it all. He closed his eyes and slept, trusting me in his room, even though my infatuation with him is clearly unhinged. Unhealthy.

He just wants to own me. He wants to use his care to bait me to accept his obsession. He doesn't care about what I feel, he just wants to claim me and satisfy his obsession. He claims he loves me but rather he's putting me in a cage, controlling every one of my movements. He wants to have a say in every single thing I do, telling me who to talk to and who I shouldn't, continually stalking me. I'm a prisoner trapped in his web of obsession. Suddenly the room feels like it is closing down on me, I feel suffocated.

Then I heard him snort that made me look back at him "Rose, I have been stalking you for nearly a week now. Observing you sleep, eat, walk, work like some obsessive psychopath. I am still not able to reason it out. I don't seem to understand my own actions lately. I really thought I had learned to live without you and that I was doing okay but when I saw you walking out of the club that night, It's then I realised that I am not okay. You were like a hope that backstabbed me that night. Since then, I have been watching you like watching you makes me feel alive. That's the feeling I was craving for a very long time. So, if it's still not clear to you, let me put it in words straightaway that I

his lip curled "has poisoned everything." He stood up abruptly and began pacing again, mumbling under his breath. I can’t catch all of it, but I hear fragments, words like "mine," 'perfect," "meant to be," "fix this." My throat tightened. This wasn't love, this was obsession, a dangerous obsession that anyone should have avoided but here I was, drowning in it, hands tied. "Thomas." I try again, softer this time. "Look at me." He stops pacing. Slowly, he turned.

from kindergarden, to high school to university she followed him like a tail but he always ignored her as he never existed in his life. At present she wipes her tears and says to herself with a sinister smile" Alexander I loved you so much. I loved you more than I love myself but you always ignored me like a piece of trash. No matter, what I will get you one day at any cost. It does not matter whether you are already married . One day I will kill that lowly girl infront of you, No one can take you away from me and no one can come between us. I am Kaira Copper, I get what I want ".

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

I'll say it bluntly, I'm not obligated to put up with these things, I know I said I wouldn't stress myself out, but damn, the bitch is hitting on Oliver in front of my face! The little smile that the bitch had on her face dies and she leaves the room without saying a peep. “Slutty little woman, I bet she’s like your ex-wife, I bet that bitch’s pussy was blinking at the sight of you, I should have stuck my hand in her face, these bitches only learn by being beaten,” I say irritated. “Calm down, let her go little one, you know I love you, you are more beautiful, fragrant, and delicious than any woman in this world, that shit doesn’t reach your feet.” He says and gives me a passionate kiss.

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?