Obsessive Novels & Stories

* he said without looking up, dismissive as ever. *"It's important,"* I insisted. *"Mr. Cole needs her. She'll be occupied for the day."* He finally looked at me then, unimpressed. *"Oh yeah? Mr. Cole has no business with Diana. You can chat during lunch break. Right now, she's helping me. Please leave."* I glanced at Diana. She gave me a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes. We both hated her boss. He was cranky, perpetually irritated, like a man who argued with someone every morning and came to the office to distribute the leftover bad mood.

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

Alli could practically feel the woman's resentment radiat-ing acrossthe room like a furnace. Alli tried to focus, tried to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of her work—wiping down the sticky bar with a damp rag, stacking glasses with a practiced hand, the clinking sound a fragile shield against the tension that !lled the air, checking the register to make sure the numbers lined up, a futile attempt to impose order on thechaos churning inside her. But her body betrayed her, every nerve ending on high alert, remembering how he'd touched her the night

“Why the fidgeting?” He rubs at his jawline. “I have an attention issue and get distracted. A bird that flies by the window, someone coughing, you—especially you. Doesn’t mean I’m not smart. It just takes me a while to take it all in.” He taps one of the pens on his desk. Especially you. “ADD?” I’ve read enough to know a little about it. “Technically, ADHD, but I don’t jive with putting a label on it.”

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.

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

"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

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

I dоn’t need іѕ tо ѕреnd аnоthеr mоmеnt оf energy оn ѕоmеоnе whо won’t treat me wеll, but I саn’t hеlр mуѕеlf. Agаіn, I wоndеr аbоut оbѕеѕѕіоn and whу thе tеntасlеѕ rеасh іntо every аѕресt of my lіfе.

I dоn’t need іѕ tо ѕреnd аnоthеr mоmеnt оf energy оn ѕоmеоnе whо won’t treat me wеll, but I саn’t hеlр mуѕеlf. Agаіn, I wоndеr аbоut оbѕеѕѕіоn, and whу thе tеntасlеѕ rеасh іntо every аѕресt of my lіfе.