Obsession With A Woman Novels & Stories

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?

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

It feels like I’m losing my mind inch by inch, like the absence of her is its own kind of madness clawing at my skull. Sometimes I wonder what kind of disease or spell Anya Sokolova has cast over me. Because this obsession didn’t start slow it hit me like a bullet to the chest. One encounter during Roman’s wedding wedding, just one look into those soft, startled eyes, and I was a goner. A seasoned mafia man undone in a single breath by a woman who doesn’t even know the damage she’s causing. And God help me…I still can’t get enough.

I explained. "I can and I will, Susan. She deserves more than that, but that's what she would be getting for now. How can she try to cause more damage to her fellow woman's brain!" He was getting more angry all over again. "When a woman is obsessed with you, she would go through great lengths just to have you, including getting rid of the obstacles in her way. You and I know this philosophy, Devon, "Then, let her stay locked up," he replied adamantly.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

Slamming my cock down her throat with a ferocity that was terrifying even to her, my cock hardened in her throat, stretching it even harder and I watched with pleasure as her eyeballs rolled so far back that only the white part of her eyes were all I could see. Ah, why am I doing this to her again? Because I’m obsessed with her? No, I don’t think obsession is the right word to use. I want to kill her, everytime I see her, I’m overwhelmed with not just the thought of dominating her but having her breathe her last with my cock inside her. Yes, that’s it. Every fucking day of my life for one month has been dedicated to following her, studying her every move, knowing her routine and for a girl a

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

He just believed that women were just tools for pleasure and nothing else. Amelia looked at Damon, trying to get some kind of signal or hint from him. However, the man wasn’t even paying attention. Instead, he wore a cold face and kept typing on his keyboard and looking at the monitor screen. He acted like he was completely unaware of the argument that was about to unfold. Instead, he just continued typing on his computer and didn’t pay attention to the two women in the room at all. He didn’t care what would happen to them, as long as they didn’t disturb him.

Jennifer, who was only a year younger than Vicky, had experienced no less than Vicky over the years. Seeing Vicky's interest in the topic, Jennifer spoke up, "Anthony's mother told me that most obsessions aren't from true emotions, but rather a person's deeply ingrained principles. Some people have a strong obsession with certain things, which may be due to experiencing something profound that contradicts their beliefs."

They thought, adding another crime to the woman. But, it was as if the woman couldn't see their gazes as she continued. “I looked for him, only to see that he was actually staring at a man from afar.” She said. “At first, I thought that it was just his friend. But it happened many times, and I finally noticed that his gaze towards him wasn’t right.” She looked at them. “His gaze towards me is the same gaze that I have when I look at him.” she said. Everyone wanted to vomit in disgust. Please, can you not compare your obsessive feelings with pure love? They thought.