Novel & Cerita Obsessively Yours

she asked, her voice barely a whisper now. “The distraction will be channeled,” I said, leaning in, letting my words carry all the possessiveness I felt. “If you are mine, I will know where you are. I will know what you are doing. I can focus on my work, because I will know you are waiting for me at the end of the day. The obsession that’s been crippling my focus will finally have a center, a purpose. You will be my purpose outside of this company.”

Shawn's face turn red as he felt very much insulted that he couldn't swallow it anymore. "You- West you belong to me and no one else!!!" Shawn pointed his fore finger at West as he gritted his teeth and let the words slide out. His face completely red as his veins pop up. "Says who??" West said condescendingly as she stood there, facing him one on one. "Says I,Shawn Gabs! I met you first and we dated first! You belong to I and I alone and nobody else,your body! Your life and heart are all mine!!" Shawn spat out within seconds that he didn't know that he heard his breath.

"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."

Nikolai left, and it was left with Hugo and me. I walked closer to him and flicked his forehead. He hissed at me and massaged the spot. “Why do you look so distracted? Are you watching p**n on your phone or what?” “Why would I watch it when I can create it?” I gave him a tired look. “After that, you call me arrogant.” “The point of watching that shit is to get hard, right? I mean, why would I watch it when I can—” “Enough, I heard you the first time.”

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

Osbert or whatever his stupid name was , was definitely doing too much and it was high time I put an end to all this madness. How're y'all? Please j.o.i.n my F.b group Shree Above Story

I'm certain it's Mr Quin. My heart started to race the moment I heard his voice. I don't know why since Irene and Mia said what they said, I've been feeling more nervous than usual. I quickly removed my sweater, dropped my handkerchief and left for his office immediately, silently hoping that this constant sneezing doesn't give me away. I knocked on his door gently. An audible come in was heard next. I took a deep breath and then walked inside. Mr Quin was sitting on his large desk and typing on his computer. He looked just so domineering and handsomely elegant on that perfectly tailored grey suit that suited and complimented his perfect masculine features. His expression was serious, and hi

Not enough to be aggressive, but enough to make me feel the full force of his presence. “You’re observant,” he said. My brows pulled together. “Excuse me?” “At the bar last night,” he continued calmly. “You noticed things others didn’t.” My pulse spiked. *The bar. Last night.* My mind raced. Did he see me? Was he there? No, that didn’t make sense. I hadn't seen him. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said carefully. His gaze held mine, unblinking. “You don’t?”

Everything where I had left it that morning. Then I turned toward the hallway. The wall opposite the door was covered in red paint, dripping down the wall, with large letters boldly written on it. It read; “THERE ARE TOO MANY DISTRACTIONS AROUND US. DON'T MISS ME TOO MUCH. I NEED TO CLEAR THE DISTRACTIONS FOR OUR FUTURE.” I stood in the doorway and stared at it. My heart was hammering. My mind was running through every person who had a key. Nina had one, she never gave it back. It couldn’t have been Lydia, she dropped hers before she left.