Novel & Cerita Strange Obsession

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

It was completely dark inside. Just when I kept my foot inside, I was grabbed quickly and pushed against the door. I felt a weight on top of my body. A hand clicked the knob beside me to lock it from inside. The intoxicating fragrance of lotus flower and heavy breaths were falling all over me. My wolf was almost losing its mind. I was still pressed against the door. I could feel Zen struggling with his wolf to keep it in his control. Suddenly he asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think you're doing?"

she mused, her obsession evident. Eli shook his head, sensing the danger in Stranger's fixation. "Your obsession for that agent will be the end of you," he warned, fearing for her well-being. "Dying in her arms doesn't seem so bad, Eii. It would mean escaping this disgusting world and entering pure heaven," Stranger murmured dreamily, lost in her fantasies. *** "Axel, put me down. It's embarrassing to be carried like this," I protested, feeling self-conscious about the situation.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

But Lillian nailed it! . . . . . In another part of the city of New York: Oswald the Stranger was marching with not a care in the world up the main street. He did not care at all about the destruction and chaos happening nearby. A throng of blue faced Succubinos rushed up towards him. He casually just zapped them off his path with a blast of energy as if they were just mere flies. And he continued on his way, he was going towards a pub to meet an old acquaintance who had something for him. Or rather something that belonged to him.

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

He didn’t leave; instead, he took another look and readjusted it. “Perfect,” he muttered, a bit satisfied. Then he turned to strut towards his chair and sat on the bench. “I’ll give you another warning, Dorothy.” “Don’t touch things without permission.” I swallowed hard. He could see through my lies and didn’t point it out. And whatever he had noticed stands right before him. Swiftly, he arranged his desk with calculative moves. I watched every movement. Uncle Sebastien wasn’t just a perfectionist; he loves things being in order in an obsessive manner, probably.