Synonyms Of Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

Parang inosenteng bata na hindi alam kung ano ang pinanood ko. "Are you watching p**n baby?" Tinakpan ko ang aking mukha gamit ng aking mga palad. "I'm curious, Nicole suggest it to me." "Why? Is my baby momma horny? Bakit hindi mo sinasabi sa akin kung ano ang nararamdaman mo." Tinangal niya ang mga palad ko na nakatakip sa aking mukha at pinirmi iyon sa ibabaw ng aking hita.

The air in the penthouse was cold, despite the warmth of the morning sun. It had been three days, and the unspoken tension was a palpable, living entity, a ghost that moved silently between them all. Chloe felt the unease most acutely in the evenings. While Aiden would spend hours poring over the laptop, trying to decipher M's coded messages, Isabel would be a quiet, elegant presence, offering him coffee, a subtle reminder of their shared past. The jealousy that had first surfaced in Chloe now felt like a living thing, a cold, sharp blade twisting in her gut. She was a woman who had lived a life of color and emotion, but in Isabel's perfectly curated world, she felt like a ghost.

I on't even bothered to ask him because I was enjoying the time with him. It's kinda frightening, this strange happiness I get whenever I recall the way he look at me, the way he claim me, like it was something. Is this what they mean by happiness? Or that fluttery sensation they say you get when someone becomes important to you. I don't know. Perhaps it's just an.... obsession? Perhaps I am overthinking this. Or perhaps… just possibly… I am falling for him far too quickly. But no. I can't possibly. When we returned home, Camille directly went to bed, due to tiredness. But me? I stayed by the window while looking at the night sky that somehow gives mr peace in this troubling mind.

Hindi ko sinagot. “Obsession is when you stop thinking about what is right,” sabi niya, “and start thinking about what you can’t lose.” Humigpit ang hininga ko. “Hindi ito obsession,” mariin kong sabi. Ngumiti siya ulit. Mas malapit na siya ngayon. Mas delikado. “Then what is it?” bulong niya. Nanahimik ako. Dahil hindi ko alam ang sagot.

“No, don’t. Huwag mong subukang gawing poetic ang kabaliwan mo.” She crossed her arms. “Anong klaseng sagot ‘yan? You need me? Para saan? Display? Emotional support? Pet project? Sex? Bakit? Hindi ka ba nag-enjoy sa piling ng anak ng senador kaya nandito ka makalipas ang tatlong taon? Nagmulto ka na hindi ba? Bakit nabuhay ka pa?” “You know exactly what I mean. Alam ko matalino ka.” “Actually, no. Kasi kung may matinong dahilan ka, baka sakaling maintindihan ko pero, ito?” Tumawa siyang muli, “This is obsession, not love.”

“Kung may natira pa sa pagkatao mo, huwag mo akong gawing ganito. Hindi mo ‘to tawag ng pag-ibig. Obsession na ‘to.” Tumawa siya, malakas, parang baliw. “Obsession? Hahaha! Oo! Obsession nga! Pero hindi ba mas matindi iyon kaysa sa pagmamahal na kaya mong itapon? Dahil ako, Cassandra… kahit sa impyerno pa, hahabulin kita.”

“Bakit ka tumawag, Lust?” Tumawa siya, isang tawa na lalong nagpasiklab ng aking dugo. “If you have your Ashuel as your obsession, I have my Zreg as my slave,” pagyayabang niya. “And so?” malamig kong sagot. “Mainggit ka!” naiinis niyang wika. Napatawa ako. “Bakit ako maiinggit? Slave mo lang siya, Lust. Si Ashuel… I’m obsessed with him, and he’s mine.” Hindi ko na siya hinintay pang sumagot, pinatay ko ang tawag.

ani Hector habang nakatitig sa mga mata niya. Hindi pagmamahal ang nakikita niya sa mga mata nito kundi obsesyon. Namamangha ito sa kaniya, namamangha ito sa katauhan niya at sa existence niya. “You must be hungry,” anito nang hindi siya magsalita.

Dahil sa magdamagan na honeymoon naming dalawa. ***THE END**** Thank you guys sa pagsubaybay sa The Mafia’s Obsession! Love you all! MUWAHHH!

Damon's Obsessions Chapter 2 Titig na titig talaga ako sa mukha ni kuya Mon tila parang artista ang nasa harapan ko ngayon, grabe ang pinagbago ni kuya halatang malabo maaabot ng tulad ko lamang na walang kaya.