Spencer Knight Ocd Novels & Stories

Seeing blood in my hand and floor ,her body started shaking and lips quivering in fear. .She opened her mouth for the first time in this day.. "sir.yo...your hand.... is ble..bleeding..let me first aid it ...or call.... a doctor "..said her stuttering....Thats not what i wanted to hear..F*** my hand..its my least concern now. "I should never see you again talking to any male either in office or outside the office unless until that's your father...UNDERSTAND?! " I demanded ignoring her previous offer completely...

It had delayed his plans for quite a— You fucking asshole! How dare you touch my sister! Let me out of here! Let me out so I can kill you— Oberon frowned, and he felt a steady throbbing in his mind as Spencer railed against his consciousness. His hands trembled and his face contorted in response to the discomfort. He could not understand why the original owner of this body was so resistant to him— —out! Get out of my body, you filthy parasite! Get out, you son of a bitch—

Spencer curses for what has to be the third time since I met the man and I think it’s real fucking apt. Another dead end. Spencer drops me off at the hospital for my second follow up appointment before he returns back to the office. During the ride over, we tried to blend every single information we’ve gathered so far. Since Blake’s neighbor claims he went to therapy and that’s the last he’s seen of him, then does that mean he came right out and after Rory? If he’s telling the truth anyway. When I’d showed Blake’s picture to Rory, she didn’t recognize him. She said the exact same thing I said; that there’s something about the man’s face that looks familiar but she can’t remember ever meeting

No matter how valid my reason is for doing all of this, it won’t substantiate killings. The knob wasn’t locked so I didn’t get any sweats to set foot into. The man seemed to be too invested in his computer that he failed to notice my presence. I fake a cough just to take his attention. “Busy planning on which town to be ruined here in Moscow?” I asked. Drake Spencer, the CEO of the Spencer company and the leader of the Spencer Clan. We’ve met before on Amari’s birthday, and I didn’t expect that we will meet again.

Spencer quickly said. “Jade’s disciple?” Colton and Petunia jumped when they heard this. They quickly asked Spencer about what happened. Spencer told them everything he knew. “My guess is that Michael has become like this possibly because there’s something wrong with him on a mental and spiritual level. His illness erupts every hour. I’ve tried timing it, and it’s very accurate. Not a second more, and not a second less. After he wakes up, it'll happen after exactly an hour.”

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.

Account Suspended. I threw the phone against the leather sofa. "Technical glitch," I muttered to the empty room, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. "Just a goddamn glitch." I dressed in my most expensive charcoal-gray suit, the one I saved for closing billion-dollar deals. I needed to feel the weight of the fabric, the sharp lines of the shoulders. I needed to remind myself who I was: Spencer Knox, the man who turned a small-time real estate firm into a predatory empire. I grabbed my keys and headed to the office, ignoring the way my hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel of the Lamborghini.

It’s not that I’m running away or anything, I just need some time to myself, to put my thoughts in order and understand why the whole Kendal debacle got me so keyed up. It’s a me problem. I go over it several times during the weekend, and no matter how hard I try, there is no explanation for why I got so upset with his omission other than–I’m insecure. Too afraid to give myself entirely to him and our relationship. His past haunts me, even though it shouldn’t. Spencer is with me. He decided to stay with me. He moved back to goddamn Missoula because of me. It’s ridiculous that I’m allowing this stupid discovery to get in between us, but somehow, I can’t fight it.

Anthony found it necessary opening up to Spencer about the cause of the medication's failure, perhaps Spencer could have some solutions as to what he'd do to control the beast functions. “Being around Kayla triggers my urges, Spencer. I'm unable to control my feelings every time I see her with another man. I get involuntarily infuriated. This… stupid part of me hates to see her agonizing, whereas my true feelings are on the contrary. Getting closer to her neck, I get crushed by an overwhelming urge to drain her. Then there is this voice that tells me to drain her, not drink—” “Drain her?” Spencer seemed a bit quizzical.

Don’t you know that? Spencer didn’t close the conversation. You took it upon yourself to enter our realm. I don’t believe you. What do you believe? You’re Spencer and you’re lying to me. You are a deeply disturbed young man. I think it’s best you seek treatment elsewhere. Leave to you and scientists to think there is an answer for everything supernatural. Spencer believed the same thing you did. He believed this was all a game until he came home and saw me sitting in his living room.