Possessing The Obsessive Maniac's Cotton Doll Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Like breathing. After twenty minutes, the lab feels warmer. Calmer. The beginning of a small woven panel starts forming beneath my hands. This is how stories begin in fabric. Thread by thread. Memory by memory. I'm so focused I don't hear the door open. But I feel it. That strange sensation of being watched. I look up. And freeze. Standing in the doorway—coat damp from rain—is Adrian Hale. For a moment neither of us speaks. The fluorescent light above us flickers slightly.

I leaned on the bed rest and closed my eyes, hoping that by the time I would open them back, I would escape from this horrific nightmare or so I thought as I dozed off. “Raven! Raven!” a voice called out and my eyes fluttered open. “We are here,” The woman informed. I sat up and looked through the tinted window but I was glad that the paparazzis were not really involved at the venue because anything could go wrong as long as you're in the mafia.

I remain seated behind my desk, doing my best to maintain my composure. Fuck. No one has ever made me this hard—and she didn’t even touch me. God, I want her to. For the first time in my life, I’m aching for touch. Her touch. I need to fuck her. I need to get her out of my system because this obsession is consuming me. Once I’ve had her, I’ll be done. Once I’ve taken her in every way I want, I can finally move on.

“He doesn’t trust anyone. Taking over the Chinese Mafia with help, and he can use William Meng as his puppet.” “And that would work?” I asked. “He is a spoilt brat. He would be easy to manipulate.” “That means he might be loitering around Meng Shao, right in the center of the Chinese Mafia?” I asked. “Yes.” “That is not narrowing it down,” I said. “He contacts Nicolai.” I narrowed my eyes at that. “Good. Then we are going to the Anderson Mansion.” “What?” Everyone looked at me like I had grown two heads. “We are going to look for Tommen.”

Nikolai repeated, his voice calm, almost bored. The man gasped, chest heaving. He spat on Nikolai's face and managed to mutter, "go to hell." Nikolai exhaled slowly wiping his face as a smirk formed at the corners of his mouth, the temperature of the room dropping by a few degrees. He pressed the pliers to another finger. The second nail came off, followed by another scream. This time the man's body convulsed with the force of it. But still, he didn't utter a word. By the time he was finished with the hand, sweat soaked the man's shirt, tears streaked his face and blood oozed out of his fingers.

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

She went to the dressing room and changed her clothes, and after that, she got to work. *** MONTERIO INVESTMENT*** Charles sat on the chair in his office, typing very fast as he was engrossed deeply in what he was doing. A knock was heard and he frowned. He didn't call for anybody. "Who's it?" He asked. "A monster," a guy said as he entered. Charles shook his head before facing the computer. "Why are you here?" He asked. "What's up, I didn't find your secretary outside," the guy said as he made himself comfortable on a chair.

Wiping the tears off with the back of my palm, I stood on my feet and made my way towards his closet as I started missing him, and it's worse than a drug. Sliding into his closet, I inhaled his addictive scent from one of his black shirts and hugged it tighter against my chest. I snuggled my face when my eyes fell onto the stuff behind his clothes. Frowning, I took it into my hand. My hand trembled, and a shiver ran down my spine when I discovered the thing. It was the same doll from my nightmare. I dropped the thing from my hand as if it burned into my skin. "What's the meaning of this? Hell, what is the doll doing in his closet?"

After a rather embarrassing checkout we head back to Annie’s house where she promptly gets on the intercom, “George! Bedroom! Five minutes!” She tosses me a wink and disappears, leaving me to take my new toys to the bedroom. I pull out the blue man book and toss the rest of the bags under the bed before sitting down and cracking it open. The first few chapters were a bit much and I almost stopped reading, but once I got to the horns as handlebars scene I was hooked. I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?”