روايات وقصص ضمن Possessing The Obsessive Maniac's Cotton Doll Manhwa

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.

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 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.

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po

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The man turn towards his direction , his smile fading into confusion. It happened so fast. Dante's other hand shot out, grabbed the man's wrist, and twisted. There was a sharp, ugly crack I could almost hear from here. The dealer's mouth opened in a silent scream. He fell to his knees, holding his broken arm. Dante leaned down. He whispered something in the man's ear. The man's face went from pain to pure, white terror. He looked from Dante to Elara, and then he scrambled backwards like a crab, vanishing into the dark alley, holding his arm.

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?”

I'd grown up figuring things out as I went, alone, with nobody to show me how any of this worked. He looked at me then, mildly amused. *"Is that so?"* he said. *"My ring costs more than you want to know. You can write me a check whenever you feel like it."* My brain short-circuited. Diana choked beside me. I'd officially played myself. *"Okay,"* I mumbled, barely audible. *"I will."* I prayed he didn't hear the way my voice cracked. --- **Ethan's POV** Shopping for women's clothing was a headache.

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.

she used her hand to demonstrate. I walked closer to her. Madam Kay brought out the gum from her mouth and put it on my hair, "Get out, go get ready, your customer is already set." I balled my hand into a fist, I wanted my fist to land on her nose but it couldn't, Madam Kay had the habit of bullying people at the club, "Why are you still here? Do you want something?" Madam Kay raised her eyebrows.