Novel & Cerita Obsessive Possession

"This is the wicked obsession talking. The same obsession that makes you think you can own people. That they exist for you. That their lives only matter when they're in your hands." "I don't think that." "Yes, you do. You always do. That's what makes it wicked. You don't see them as people. You see them as things to possess. To consume. Until there's nothing left." Min-jun was quiet for a moment. Then he picked up Amara's photo. Stared at it. "She's mine. Whether she knows it yet or not. Whether you approve or not. She's mine." Mei stared at her son. At the certainty in his voice. At the obsession that had already taken root.

"You know I'm dangerous. That I've killed. That I'll kill again to protect what's mine. You know I'm offering you a deal that serves my interests as much as yours." "Then why would I agree?" "Because underneath all of that, you know one more thing." His hand came up, tangling in her hair. "You know that I will never let anyone hurt you again. Not Dante. Not Castello. Not anyone. You're mine now, Elena. And I protect what's mine." The possessiveness should have terrified her. Instead, it sent heat pooling low in her stomach. "This is insane," she whispered. "Yes." He leaned in, his lips a breath away from hers. "But you're considering it anyway."

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

“How did you meet Ezra? Was it just a coincidence or was there something else behind it all?” Lourdes leaned her elbows on the table and looked out the window. “It was a coincidence. I met him in college a long time ago, he was a wonderful man and when he asked me to be his girlfriend I accepted without thinking twice. He was always very detailed and romantic with me. I never cheated on another because I believed so much in true love. Our relationship was very serious, we even had plans to get married,” Lourdes paused as if it made it difficult for him to talk about it “his parents were very good to me and loved me as if I were their daughter, Margaret always considered me as a sister and me

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

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?

I shook my head and tried to focus on work, I couldn't be having such thoughts in the office, else I'd have a bigger problem to deal with. I wonder if she knew of how much she affected me, she didn't even need to do anything, all she had to do was just be in the same room with me and I'll lose my focus withing minutes. ________________________________________ I was exhausted beyond explanation, this would be the fourth apartment Tristan and I would be checking out and I hadn't seen something to match my taste. The others were too big for someone like me, I just wanted a small place, somewhere I could feel at home.

Meeting her that starry night at my club, sporting a red dress with curiosity dripping from her gaze, I couldn't help but be drawn to her like an infirmed moth. And when I had her up in my VIP room with her every flaming inch pressed against me—I knew, I was done for. The seed of my obsession was planted deep within my insides that day and by now it has sprouted in all its glory with roots buried so deep that even if I rip my chest apart and try to cut it off—I'll face utter failure. My phone vibrates in the pocket of my pants, pulling it out I see Zoe's name flashing on the screen.

The most expensive in all of Russia. "Look at me" Orders said person and without preamble places his hand on my chin. When doing so, a current runs through my entire body and it forces me to close my eyes. That touch... I feel an internal battle to open my eyes, since I feel how the person details me with obvious care. "Open your eyes" I don't know why, but this time I have the need to open my eyes, as if this person had influence on me and made me give in to all his orders.

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.