Novel & Cerita Possessing The Obsessive Maniac's Cotton Doll Chapter 1

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.

Chris said. “Yes, I will be very surprised if our Grace gets a few minutes to herself for a while!” Tony chuckled. Both Chris and Tony understood how protective a syndicate leader was over their family. “It is time for your daily visit Boss!” Hank reminded Tony. “Oh yes, how could I possibly forget?” Tony said as he got up and went to his bookcase. Once there he pulled out a book - Tale of Two Cities - from the shelf and pressed the button behind it. There was a click and the whole bookcase moved to one side revealing a passageway.

The first thing that is taking place right now is that I am pinned to the wall by my throat, which is knocking the air out of my lungs, and I am being tossed across the room, with kicks and fists greeting my body. Black dots are taking over my eyesight, hands are all over my body, and the last thing I heard is an animalistic roar not far away. ____________________________________ Sixth Chapter!!!! How was it Word Count: 1039

I scrolled the window to make sure that it was a legit store. Suddenly, I heard a bling from inside my head and saw a message icon popped up at the uppermost corner of the status window. I relocated the online store window to the side to see what the message is. Clickling the icon, another window popped up in front of me. CONGRATULATIONS! READER BONUS: THE EVIL VILLAINNESS IS MY LOVER CHAPTER 1-135 PROGRESS: (0/135)

It feels like I’m losing my mind inch by inch, like the absence of her is its own kind of madness clawing at my skull. Sometimes I wonder what kind of disease or spell Anya Sokolova has cast over me. Because this obsession didn’t start slow it hit me like a bullet to the chest. One encounter during Roman’s wedding wedding, just one look into those soft, startled eyes, and I was a goner. A seasoned mafia man undone in a single breath by a woman who doesn’t even know the damage she’s causing. And God help me…I still can’t get enough.

Fear instantly crept into my chest. I hurried to the door and tried to open it. Locked. I froze. "No..." I pounded on the door. "Open the door!" No one answered. My breathing gradually became uneven. No. No, no, no. This wasn't good. I stumbled backward. Then I heard a calm voice behind me. "You're finally awake." My entire body froze. Very slowly... I turned around. He was there. A tall man stood beside the window. His dark blond hair was neatly styled.

CHAPTER 9 ALEX I've always hated men like him. Didn't think it'd feel this visceral until now. I can still feel his warmth on my skin. Disgusting. “What was I thinking?!” My muscles twitch in catharsis. My eyes drift across the open space. I still don't know how I got here, but this definitely isn't the packhouse. It’s too still. Too quiet. It hums under my skin, like a warning to something I can't quite name.

We were crammed into a shitty apartment that stank of mold and sewage. Outside the window, we could hear the shouts of our enemies hunting for him. Inside, we had a single, paint-chipped pistol. He sat on the floor, covered in blood, in the dark and cramped room. He never knew that the innocent girl in the white dress before him had all but disowned her family and abandoned her name for him. "Rosalie, are you sure about this?" His eyes then were like those of a cornered, lone wolf, his voice trembling.