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

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.

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The sight of the sudden appearance of the girl was a surprise, and one after another guessed Ye Wan's identity. Isn't Si Yihan a misogynist? How could I call a woman over by myself? They thought that Cui Hao had found this is already the best, but compared with this, suddenly lost color. Looking at the sofa to eat like a man, Ye Wan Wan sighed deeply It's bad luck how to catch up with him. She almost figured out what was going on now, and Si Yehan's misogynistic touches were the same as those of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Some people with obsessive-compulsive disorder can wash their hands for a day, and the same is true of the night cold.

This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.

I follow soon after, burying myself as deep as possible, marking her from the inside while whispering dark, filthy truths against her ear. Afterward, we lie tangled on her narrow bed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. The diamond ring still sits on the desk like an accusation. Mirella turns her head to look at me. Her voice is quieter now, but no less stubborn. “You’re going to get us both killed one day with this obsession.” I stroke her hair, fingers possessive even in the aftermath. “I’ll kill everyone else first.” She huffs a tired laugh. “You’re impossible.”

Another two hours passed and finally, the door of the dungeon opened . " Search for his highness ! " said assistant Lan . " Yes ! " said the guards and started to search around the dungeon for his highness . Assistant Lan could feel a strange energy coming from the medical room in the dungeon and headed towards that direction . When he opened the door , he remained frozen as he looked at the scene . His highness's shirt was opened and he was tied on the bed with ropes that looked like belts . The light that came from the door shined on prince Diego's face and made him open his eyes then look at the door .

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.

My heart pounded against my chest as I squeezed my eyes shut ready to hit the ground with a loud thud, when a huge muscular arm wrapped around my waist. Slowly, I opened my eyes. But his eyes didn't soften. "Don't you dare embarrass me before my people," he frowned. My skin suddenly burned and I pushed him away as I quickly regained my footing. What was I thinking? That he did that out of kindness? "Go on!" He sneered and the old man with white hair and long beard nodded as he gulped. "Lunette Oren, do you accept to be submissive to King Kaleth Uriens, never to betray him and to put him first in whatever you do?" The man asked.

Blood trickled from a deep wound on her neck, staining the front of her clothes. Jeniece stood nearby, her back to me, but I could see her every movement with terrifying clarity. She held a doll in her hand, half-finished, its body sewn together with uneven stitches. In her other hand, she clutched a strand of yellow hair—Victoria’s hair. I watched, unable to move, as Jeniece stuffed the hair into the doll’s body.

I hoped that was all to it, but little did I know. “The walls are covered with her pictures and her name, scrawled in what appears to be red paint. Phrases like ‘I love you, Shimma’ and ‘You’re mine’ are plastered everywhere, a chaotic frenzy of fixation that’s deeply disturbing.” I could hardly breathe. This was beyond obsession; it was a full-blown delusion. “And what about the dummies?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Each one is dressed in her clothes, and they look incredibly lifelike. It’s as if he’s trying to recreate her in some warped fantasy,” Officer Cornor continued. “And on his bed, we found a...” He paused, unable to speak further.