Novel & Cerita Possessing The Obsessive Maniac's Cotton Doll Manhwa

His hands gripped my hips to yank me back onto his relentless cock, our balls smacking together in the chaotic rhythm. Maddox didn't let up for a second, his cock hammering into me with savage depth, each thrust so forceful it blurred my vision and sent shockwaves ripping through his core. It made me teeter on the brink of madness, my mind fracturing into pure, primal need as the relentless barrage stretched and claimed every inch.

Wherever I see him I'm bashing his fucking head with whatever I have. They dressed us in these over revealing lingerie, with a lace coat to cover nothing. “So this is how I end up? What if I end up with a gross old man.” The blonde girl said as she cried. The brunette girl patted her back to console her. The scary man who made me strip entered the room and we all tried covering up. He only smirked as he scanned us. “You fucking psychopaths, why would you do this to us? What did we do so wrong?” The blonde girl shouted.

Other one is a orphan who is hardworking career oriented person who owns nothing except his handsome features no family no friends he is simply a nerd and broken who works hard to fill his stomach Can this playful girl learns the seriousness when she falls in love with a handsome nerd She is obsessed of him he hates her what happens when obsession and hates collide will love bloom or turns into more hate ..... ◇Karthik◇ You asked if I love you .. I said I don't ... I don't love you... I hate the way you talk to me... I hate it when you stare at me... I hate the way you read my mind... I hate you so much .. it makes me sick ..

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

"I have spent my life making sure you are my only obsession.A reflection will not replace me. Look at me, Ivy—see me. Even here, in the middle of this nightmare, I want you to remember who owns the heart that’s beating so frantically in your chest." The humming intensified, a ghostly, feminine melody that seemed to leak from the very wallpaper. Dante’s obsession flared into a fever. He needed to overwrite the lullaby with the sound of his own name. He needed to prove, right here in the center of their enemies' design, that his possessiveness was a force of nature that no "Red String" could restrain. He pushed Ivy back against the heavy, lace-covered bed—the bed that was a replica of her girl

From a stubborn kid, a perverted teenager confused Obsessive adult, and then a dangerous Demon King, a foolish lover boy, and now playful behavior shows he is still like a child and I don't know which one is the real one of him. End Of POV:- .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

The sight hit him so intensely that he instinctively strained against the restraint on his wrist, trying to shift just to be near her. Mikan placed a firm hand over Cain’s. “Calm yourself, my friend. You’ll fly with her soon.” Cain dragged in a shaky breath. “What is wrong with me? I feel… obsessed.” “Are you sure she isn’t using magic on you? Altering your senses?” Mikan asked, genuinely worried. He had never seen Cain like this. “She swears she isn’t,” Cain muttered. Mikan noticed Max on the porch, rocking Connor. He gestured to Cain, and they approached him. Max passed the sleeping baby to Jillian and stepped down to meet them.

He then throws her on the sofa and starts to kiss her forcefully. She shouts saying" what the fuck do you know who I am. I am Kaira copper. How day a lowly man like you force yourself on me you bloody bastard. She takes the glass vase and was about to smash on the delivery boys head but the man catches her hand and said" oh my god. Baby you need me. I need you. I need the thing you have. You have the thing needed. We don't look status and class. We only look pleasure. "

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.

Those women are absolutely submissive to the supreme Gilbert, always knowing how to humiliate me to please him, their mafia kingpin. They make me kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, lick spilled milk off the floor, dance humiliatingly with my pregnant belly... Only because everyone knows my weakness is the child in my womb. “Julian, you know what? I have a thousand ways to make the bastard in your womb die silently.” “I advise you to be obedient, maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll take a look at the child after it’s born.” Gilbert’s tone was cold and ruthless.