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

I looked back down at the small woman who had just caused the downfall of two generations of my men. She was an attractive woman with an expression that seemed to beg for punishment. She was a wild, chaotic creature whom I had warned Vincent about. Now she was in torn clothing that barely concealed her, with dried blood all over her skin, tangled hair, and swollen eyes from crying all night. I took off my jacket and draped it over her. She gazed at me, appearing grateful for my assistance. Then I grasped her chin. "I really don't like you. Everything about you repulses me. You will obey and you will follow my orders, or I will break you in ways you can't even imagine. Do you understand? "

I bet it's the comfort room, the door to get outside, his walk in closet, I don't know the last one. I tried to move and sit down. My body feels so heavy! My head was achingly thumping! I felt like I have a hang over. When I tried to comb my hair that's when I realized that my hand was cuffed. I am cuffed at the head board! What the hell?! Why do he need to cuffed me?! I tried to struggles and grab my hand. I didn't know that one of the doors opened. "I'll set you free if you break that cuff." cold and dangerous voice of Bullet is what I heard. I looked at him quickly and shows my most disgusted and rage look.

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi

I wanted to scream but that would only worsen the situation. I got to my knees and crawled on the wet wooden ground,I crawled to the window where I could see two long shadows,they seemed to be having a conversation, I couldn’t hear Mia but the man's voice I could hear, he sounded worried and distressed. From time to time I saw the shadows come very close like they were holding, I could hear the man's voice rise from time to time. The conversation sounded like a man and his woman having issues.

Like I was his for the night. “Come with me. I’m going to take my time to see what that dirty little mouth does, Doll.” A/N: What do you think of the first chapter so far? I'd love to know your thoughts!

He puts a hand to the bridge of his nose and presses. “You sure you’re all right? I’m supposed to report any accidents in the store and fill out a form,” says Cashier Girl. He waves her off. “I’m good. Just didn’t expect…” His words trail off and he glances around as if expecting the older woman to reappear. “She’s gone,” I say. “Thank fuck. I need out of this place.” He grabs hold of the bar on the cart and clings to it.

“Pinky swear with me.” A little shocked, she hesitated for a second, but she still reached out her farthest finger from her thumb and curl it up with his. His long pinky was the size of her ring finger, wrapped around her tiny pinky. That moment, he wishes he could drop everything and take her to run away. But… Could he really drop everything? Never to return to his birthplace? After a moment of silence, whilst their fingers were still joined. She let go, and said, “We… Should head back…? I’ll understand if you don’t want to come back, I can call a cab back to the Liu Manor.”

Claiborne was going to get serious. “Ah dear cousin, I expected you to be more welcoming,” A sing-song voice called from the door. Lily turned her head and stared at the stranger in the doorway. She sucked in a breath. In front of her stood the most handsome man she’d ever seen. His golden locks were similar to Claiborne’s pale locks but this stranger’s hair was more golden, like the hair on a lion. He walked with a confident swagger, a smirk on his face. His sharp jaw and lush lips caught Lily’s eyes. This man seemed to be the personification of the word mischief. Oh, the things she would do to him in the bedroom.