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

After a while, Donald believes he's lost the tail, but Ashley is still missing, and Emma is not giving up yet. She observes Donald entering a locked-up building, and she sees her chance to sneak in and check if Ashley is inside. As she approaches the door, she hits it, shouting, "Is anyone there? Hello, is anyone there?" Suddenly, a faint voice answers from inside the locked room, and Emma's heart starts racing. She introduces herself and reassures Ashley that she's there to help. Ashley, who is terrified and confused, starts shouting for help, and Emma realizes she must act quickly to get her out of there.

A gunshot echoed through the metal walls, followed by a rapid burst of gunfire. I instinctively curled into a ball, trying to shield myself even though I knew no bullet could hit me through the container. Then—slam! The door flew open. Someone rushed in, but the woman from earlier wasn’t there. "Damn it! They found us way too fast!" I heard the same man’s voice, full of frustration. He stormed over and grabbed my hair roughly, yanking my head back. I winced and locked eyes with him. "You’re Marco Moretti’s weak spot," he sneered. "As long as I have you, he won’t touch me."

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 68: Drenched in Obsession She continues to move against him, her body completely overtaken by the madness of the moment. Everything is heightened. Every single sensation, raw and intense. Desire—pleasure—each feeling swells to an unbearable edge, heightened to its most punishing extreme. Her thoughts are no longer coherent. Her mind is spinning in wild, uncontrollable circles, caught between the chaos of her need and the ruin it’s leaving behind.

"??, is there any wool covering your eyes , dont you heard me saying that the boss has travelled , even there is no vacant here !, you hear, so leave my office before I call the security on you,you whore................... .................... She ranted as the door opened, a man entered frowning. " who could that be, we shall find out in the next chapter. ********************************************************

I couldn't even see him near me. “Shh… there's someone outside. So shut up!” Nicky whispered in my ear. Ring! Ring! The bell rings and I'm still in the Warehouse with this weird guy. When will he let me go? I've been wondering ever since. "That person must have left, why don't we just go out?" "Because I still want to linger with you here." For some reason at that time, I reflexively pushed his body. Made room for myself. “Are you always rude to all men? Or just with me?”

The man didn't said anything but he just put a force on his hand and put her to unconscious using the force of his hand to her nape. 'Fuck... I-I'm losing—'Before Zelia could finish her thoughts, she falls asleep. Before she will stumble, the man immediately carry her like she's a pile of a socks. END OF CHAPTER 19

He pulled the fluffy blanket off and wrapped it around Doll. "Okay, it's just us. The toms have gone into the other room." Spitfire didn't mention the oddity of having a second room in what was seemingly a jail cell. "Are you okay? Did blackie there do something really bad to you?" "Too much." Doll explained as he raised a shaky hand from underneath the blanket. "I can't even touch my pocket to make it stop. Hades doesn't understand everything that's happening to me. I think I'm going into my heat cycle but it's much too soon."

Isabella asked quietly. "No." Dante's voice cracked. "I'm possessive to the point of obsession. I can't stand other men looking at you. I've had nightmares about you leaving since month two. I track your location constantly even though you don't know it. I'm controlling and damaged and so fucking broken that I don't know how to love someone without suffocating them." "Dante…."

This wasn’t harmless. This was something else. Something sharper. Something dangerous. Because from that first glance, I realized I didn’t just like noticing him. I didn’t just enjoy it. I craved it. And no matter how much I tried to fight it, no matter how much I told myself I was being foolish, I couldn’t let go. I was obsessed.