Obsession With Beauty の小説・ストーリー

" Tina asked. She can't help but feel a rush within her. Is she going to suggest that they talk him into finding a woman or letting the past go? She's ok for the later option but not the former. Jordan can only get involved with her, no, not her she meant someone like her at least. "He's heart was wounded when he lost his love. That wounded heart can only get cured by finding love again. What I mean is this. A woman like you and I have made him obsessed, it is only someone like us that can help him out of that obsession. Do you agree with me?" Isabella asked. Tina nodded. Isabella is speaking in idioms. She hadn't really said what she wanted. She's beating around the bush.

my all power drained. she was a fairy ....my fairy...she was mine... the only mine...oh my God... if she had a boyfriend or husband ....no problem I would kill him and made her mine...now she became my obsession ...my possession... I grinned foolishly...hehe ... I knew...she was the one... not only I claimed her also made her my wife and my baby's mom...I could see my future...now it's time to make you mine fairy.....💟💟

"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

After everything I’d been through, I no longer gave a shit. As we followed the waitress around the restaurant’s perimeter, Ophois placed a hand on the small of my back. “Sometimes, beauty can be a burden.” “What do you mean?” “People are so dazzled by exteriors that they fail to see what’s inside.” He rubbed his fingers over his beard, making me wonder if it was coarse or soft. “Look around you. They’re all like the woman who works for Hades. She drifted to me out of a lust for power, and she wouldn’t stop staring.”

He was obsessed with me, and to him that obsession was the most beautiful thing in the world. THE END.

Stay tuned for MADDEST OBSESSIONS. Love. NaYa.

The maid asked to be sure of what she heard and west nodded. "The master made a strict order to make you look less attractive so you won't end up vulnerable!" The maid said sharply as she prepared to leave with the so called make up kits she came along with. "Make me less attractive and vulnerable??!! What's that suppose to mean??" West asked but wasn't given an answer as the maids opened the door and left one at a time. Even the way they walk,like a robot. West sighed as she gazed at her face in the mirror,she looked like Wednesday all of a sudden with that pale face of hers and the dark eye shadows made her look more like......

“I'm so sorry, I never knew that Pius would take it that far, please.” I walked closer to her, and she looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with tears. “I now know what your problem is, just like your father, you have a thing for obsession. You're obsessed with me, but I'm not. The only person I'm obsessed with is Elena.” “I was there before her, we had a thing before her, how could you do this to me?” I smiled and walked away. She was screaming and calling out my name. I wonder how she'll behave when she finds out that her father has been stripped of his title, and she'll never get to live like that spoiled little princess she has always lived like.

But silence has a way of speaking louder than reassurance. She shifted carefully on the couch, one hand instinctively bracing the curve of her stomach. The apartment was immaculate, too immaculate- every surface polished, every corner guided by quiet vigilance. Cameras hidden behind smoked glass. Locks that whispered when they sealed. Men stationed outside, never inside. Always respectful. Always distant. They didn't look at her longer than necessary.

Part of the harm caused by the drug was obsession due to what the drug met the brain doing. He hit his head a little to avoid him remembering the past, Stretching his arm, he stood up to take his bath when the notifications diverted his attention to his phone. It was a picture of a lady sitting in a noodle restaurant with a smile as he rubbed his finger on the phone screen. He dropped the phone and went into the bathroom to do his early morning business. After like twenty minutes, He came out from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, the towel around his waist revealing his chiseled physique. His damp hair fell in waves across his forehead, and his eyes sparkled, His presence alone could wet a