Novel & Cerita Obsessive Possession

"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.

Lincoln said nonchalantly but within him,he had series of plans for that bastard who harassed his little Wife. He couldn't be anything worst but when possessiveness has been added to the topic,yeah.... He was possessive of anything that belongs to him,even the things he cared less about,he wouldn't want any other person to temper with it. Not under his watch. West turn to head to her room when she suddenly remembered and turn to look at Lincoln again. "Lin..." Lincoln who was about to leave,turn to look at her with a questioning gaze,his lips tinted up in a smile that was of mischief.

Absolutely not. He isn't like that. He's many things — bossy, rude, a walking thundercloud — but not unsafe. If he ever had wrong intentions, he'd had plenty of opportunities in the last four years. He could've gotten rid of me in seventeen different ways and no one would've questioned it. Still… I grabbed my pocket knife and slipped it into my pajama pocket. Just in case. 0.00001% paranoia is still paranoia, and my life hadn't exactly been a training ground for trusting people blindly.

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po

We have only just met today but I am already fantasizing about him, I am already hallucinating about his image in front of me. I have never felt this way before, I don't know what I am feeling, I want to stop but I am not in control of my body, the strong desires I feel for him are driven by a certain type of energy that takes over me like madness, like an obsession, and pushes a whirlwind of possession in my head.

“Stop pretending. Tell me what’s going on.” Robert sighed deeply. He could no longer hold the mask. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’ve suffered enough, but… Anderson’s Construction Company exists today because of Old Logard. Every major investor is connected to him. He owns seventy-five percent of the shares,” he explained. “And now he says if we don’t provide a wife for Richard within forty-eight hours, everything I’ve worked for—my sweat, my labor—will disappear with a snap of his fingers.” He leaned back, eyes filled with years of regret.

"Did you check out those macaroons I brought for you? They really were Eiffel tower shaped." Even if she was trying her best to distract me, I still can't get my mind over it. I pushed my mattress and took out the red file from beneath it. It was a mess with its papers everywhere. I picked them up and sat on my bed again. Stella looked surprised as she came in front of me eyeing the file. "What is this?" She asked. I shrugged and started rummaging through the papers. "Can you search the meaning of Nyctophobia?" I asked her. She looked at me funnily then started searching it on her phone.

God, he is crazy and why I have never seen this before? "You are not my property, neither I am yours" I whispered and a loud sob escape through my chest. Suddenly he grabbed me by my arms, his face dangerously close to mine, his hot rugged breath fanning on my face. "You are my property, only fucking mine get that in your fucking head" he spat, his voice held dangerous possessiveness for me. He is scary. I am scared of him. His obsession, his possessiveness has ruined every good thing we could have had.

"I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!" He was possessive of her. He said while biting and sucking her neck roughly. He was making sure to print her body with his marks. He wanted to witness only his marks on her beautiful milky skin. He knew he was jealous, but he had always been possessive about his things and Eva was his wife…one and only wife. The wife he never wanted who was making him crazy for her, but she didn't know at all. In her case, his possessiveness doubled as he started to feel things for his little innocent wife and the thing he had for her was obsession and for him, what was wrong with obsessing over his wife. She's his and he can

“Yes. You’re my toy. And unless I decide I don’t want you anymore, no one else is going to have you. Understand?” Sasha’s stomach twisted at his words. She knew there and then that he was obsessed, he was obsessed with the idea of her being his woman only and not with anyone else. She never realized it before until now, he was possessive and obsessed with her but for some reasons it man him more attractive to her. Her only fear is that this possessiveness that bordered on obsession might be harmful to her. She tried to pull away, but his grip didn’t loosen. “You can’t do this,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’m not some object you can just keep.”