Novel & Cerita Spencer Knight Ocd

"Uh-huh. From what I've gathered, it's a rare mental illness, akin to dissociative identity disorder, manifesting as a vicious, paranoid, and cruel alter ego. On ordinary days, he seems just like anyone else, but he can't endure too many emotional fluctuations. When faced with intense stimuli, he experiences episodes where the cruel persona takes over, leading to violent outbursts and loss of rationality. Kingsley developed this condition fifteen years ago, coinciding with a significant upheaval in the Livingston family. Whether this event is linked to Kingsley's illness remains uncertain..." "Charlotte, you mustn't be with Kingsley," Chris interjected firmly. "Diana, I don't condone your in

By the time the secretary was able to sit up, his throat was already bright red, and there was even a little blood there… Very few knew that Keith the gentleman was actually sick. The truth was, not only did he have intense possessiveness, but he also had irritable violent obsessive behavior disorder. To explain in layman’s terms, once he liked something, Keith would be extremely controlling over that object or person.

I looked over to see a news article with the headline: Leon Knightly and Osip Spenser, daughter of Richard Spenser, face romantic tribulations. My eyes scanned down to the first line of the first paragraph: "Leon Knightly, renowned Netwons City chef, caught leaving Annalise Brady's 30th birthday party without fiancée, Osip Spenser. The lead chef of Kingsland Hotel appeared to be intoxicated as he is seen alongside an unknown woman. Oh, shit. This isn't good. To the regular human eye, it would appear just as the newspaper said. But to me—and any other Kindred—I could see my elongated nails and fangs creeping out from underneath my lip. If the Elders—

Yet, I wanted her to have a chance at happiness if I could help her find it. Spencer’s movements were tense and robotic. He had to be feeling just as much anxiety as I was. Although, he had happy memories with my mom. He would recall her as the way she was, which meant he was in for a shock when he saw her. I wasn’t sure which of us had it worse. I witnessed her descent into madness. For him it came as a surprise. “This is it,” Spencer said as he stopped in front of a door. We were in another wing of the sprawling home and I wondered what the design purpose was for having random bedrooms spread throughout the place.

Yorks said grumpily, “Hmph, you did coax me and cheer me up alright, but you forget everything you said as soon as you turn your back on me.” Spencer was even more aggrieved. “That’s because of the effect of Love Potion.” Mrs. Yorks said angrily, “Don't mention a word about Love Potion. If you really were that virtuous, then you would’ve been like Jay, willing to lose your life for the sake of moral integrity.” Spencer said in frustration, “Jay is a germaphobe and has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so of course, he’s able to remain chaste. I don’t have those strange diseases.”

There it was. The edge Knight had been dancing on the last several years had gotten thinner with each one. Something had set him off. That was how it went, but usually nothing to this extent. It’d been a year since we forced him to see his last therapist, and that turned into a shit show when he was permanently banned from their offices. All four of them. We would have to find another, but I knew it was pointless. He didn’t want help. He enjoyed the chaos.

People were telling me to stay away from you . I was naive and vulnerable that time because I could never pull myself away from you. If only you decided not to become a crazy motherfucker back, then maybe things are better for both of us right now. I won't be end up marrying a psychotic man who is crazily obsess with someone that she cannot have. ~~~ "What is your main goal? I never thought that you will direct your revenge towards Knight. I thought you'd be targeting another person." .... I scoffed. "You are not wrong. I have main target but I will include Knight. He is the root of this so he deserves to be acknowledged."

Spencer ignored me like a plague for the reminder of the day. He is a weird man to say the least, but I think I've figured him out to some extent and that makes me beyond happy. The sane part of my brain warns me about Spencer, calling him a stalker for stalking me on I*******m. Who knows if he stalks me in real life. But again, the insane part of my brain gets excited just by thinking about him finding me important enough to stalk. Yup, I'm a weird woman as well.

And he would not have mistaken Shanice for Irene. Seeing Spencer's silence, Jacob was curious. "What's wrong? Did you two have a fight?" Spencer shook his head. "No. I just feel he's too unreliable." Jacob said, "You're only realizing this now? I've warned you about him several times, but it's useless. He's actually quite obsessive and sometimes, goes too far." Spencer knew this all too well. However, for people of their background, even character flaws were often overlooked. The conversation was then circled back to Ariana.

He sighed as he leaned back into his chair. “Oh, Nikki.” He breathed, “You witnessed your mother kill your brother, then she tried to kill you, and then you testified against your mother, who ended up killing herself anyway after sentencing.” He sat up straight. “Social anxiety is the least of your problems,” Thorn commented. He tapped his fingers on his desk as he sat with what he had just learned. “Tsk.” He closed his laptop and stood up from his desk.