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"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."

I started with the white dress shirt and folded it neatly on a chair, then down till I stood only in my boxers and I almost shuddered. Not from the cold or the faint wind that got inside from the open balcony. No, it was from excitement. I chuckled. Gabriel always called me his little hyper puppy because I get so excited when I am about to do something or planning it. And he was right. Fuck, I even battling an erection at the moment. The anticipation of cutting off the flesh and drawing blood is fucking killing me. But then all of that excitement and even possible erection died when I heard the soft whimpers and small cries coming from behind me.

"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.

The man hissed like a snake, and after that he looked up her face with gleaming green eyes at Avelyn who was suddenly nervous. Gosh, Avelyn muttered in horror. Why do so many men in LA have green eyes like Michael. Not only Elvis had awesome green eyes, even this annoying guy also had brilliant green eyes which Avelyn really liked. Maybe after Michael's death, she became obsessed with the green-eyed man. Avelyn groaned silently at her horrible thought. Being obsessed with a man with green eyes is definitely not a good thing. In the end, she will continue to stand in the shadow of Michael, without ever moving to find a better life.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

It was a terrible, terrible bad habit that she had tried to stop, infact she had been able to stop, well she hadn't had that insane intense obsession till Mr Black! He irked yey fascinated her, he annoys her but was exciting, he put so many rules before her laying them bare and yet she didn't care and wanted nothing more than to jump his skin. Bad habits they say never die! Red's P.O.V. The master-bedroom door creaks open as I ease it as slowly and quietly as I could. I stopped observing my surroundings one more time and for any other footsteps except for mine. Which was a ridiculous thing to do cause right now I was home alone, but it's never bad to be careful because what she was doing was

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

Except nothing about Julian was normal. “I’ve wanted this for months,” he said in the back of the town car, voice low against my ear. His fingers traced the strap of my sundress, slipping it down an inch. “Just you and me. No penthouse walls. No ghosts. I’m fucking obsessed, Serena. You know that, right? I think about you every second I’m not inside you.”

Qeiza quickly stepped backwards then intended to go out of her boss’ room. “Good morning, Miss Kim!” Freud greeted Qeiza. He didn’t expect that she was with the boss. Qeiza just smiled slightly and nodded. She was standing on the left side of Chin Hwa’s desk. “You got it?” asked Chin Hwa. He turned away his gaze from the computer screen to Freud’s face. How smart he pretended. “Here you are!” Freud gave him a flashdisk. “Did you watch it?” “Yeah.” “Then, you know what you have to do next.”

The thought annoyed me, he looked fragile when he spoke of consequences. “I know what you're thinking,” he said before I could answer. “But you're wrong. I am not in the slightest weak, but I'm also not stupid enough to get myself killed.” He stretched his hand and took a strand of my hair. “I love my life and empire too much just to be killed by Alpha Osborne. Trust me, with what I have seen, that man adores his wife to the point of obsession. That lady, Aina Cliff, is the alpha's chubby obsession, Alpha Osborne’s.”