Posesión De La Muñeca De Algodón Del Maníaco Obsesivo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

V. Everything in my room is currently there for practicality. Some people liked to have fancy trinkets or impressive tech, but I simply wanted stuff that worked, that made my life easier. I had a bed with multiple posts which would let me add handcuffs or restraints to it. I, of course, do not have any intentions of keeping Callum on my bed against his will in the future but the idea of some kinky fun play is a great idea. I had always been a bit of a messy person, so I had a few pieces of clothes strewn all over my room, but I knew where everything was. My room was made of a dark, heavy color which appeared to be almost black at first glance, and although at first, I thought it was a bit mu

I imagine her name is Isabelle. Isabelle, it's soft, and it's light. If I observe the elegance of her step, I see the lightness in it, that of someone who has left their worries at the office. A wild thought comes to me. Could Isabelle be unfaithful to her man? A small, nothing but mini infidelity of nothing at all. It would be a nice one but quickly forgotten because her man is waiting for her at home. Would she feel guilty like the regrets that gnaw at me? But basically, if I analyze: why have remorse? What are they here for? It was me the day before. I don't think it was a dream. It was my hands that were playing with this new body. I could not have dreamed of a better moment. Or if so, c

I closed my eyes as I felt her hand against my wound, then her hand around my abdomen, when I had a small cut. Her palm was soft and warm. She did her thing and bandaged it.“You look prettier when you are shy or quiet.” I lifted her chin up after sitting up. She yanked my hand away and glared at me before stepping back. I chuckled at her actions, “Don't worry Gwen, I like my women willing I won't do anything to you except you beg me to”. She looked at me with pure disgust, “You are not my type Mr Márquez, I won’'t sleep with you so get over you self”

“Then let me remind you what it means to be mine.” The night blurred into a feverish storm of his obsession. His hands demanded, his mouth marked, his body caged me until there was no space left to remember who I really was. In his arms, there was no Jannah, no mask—only Alyssa, the woman he believed belonged solely to him. But when his breath finally slowed, when his grip loosened just enough for sleep, I lay awake in silence. The chandelier above shimmered faintly, casting fractured shadows across the floor—shadows that reminded me of Celine’s words.

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

What was this he wanted me to remember? I drank the whole content in the cup and handed it over to him, bobbed my head in appreciation thereafter. Too weak to speak. The elderly woman who had introduced herself as Manny started saying unintelligent words. Like an incantation. She also did some hand movements. “How long will we need to hide her?” He looked across at Manny. She paused on her incantation and the weird hand movement she was doing over my body to reply to my godfather, “For as long as it takes?” going back to what she was doing, thereafter

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.

“Caught red-handed.” “It’s not what you think,” I muttered, suddenly very aware of the growing tension in my chest. Jessica, ever the persistent one, ignored my protests and continued scrolling through Dino’s photos. “Oh, come on, Eloise. It’s only fair that we get a glimpse of what’s been on your mind. I mean, the man is literally everywhere, right? CEO of Prestige Global, former high school bully, and now...a walking nightmare?” “Please don’t make it worse,” I groaned, slouching down in my seat. But Jessica was already too deep in her mission to listen.