The Italian Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

His eyes landed on me and went wide with confusion. “What did you do?” he barked. “What did I do?” I snapped. “I’m leaving.” “Good,” he growled. “Go.” We stared at each other for one long tense beat before I turned and stormed out of the suite. The elevator ride felt like it lasted hours. As soon as I hit the hotel lobby the morning news played on a mounted television. And there I was. A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.”

"So tell me, what did you find out about her?" "Snow Cassano is an Italian child of Mr Alessio Cassano and Mrs. Bianca Cassano who lived Italian for ten years after their marriage, they had a son before Snow; Marcus Cassano who was Ten years old when they moved from Italy to New York while Snow was just five..." Malia started and I frowned.

He hung up without another word, dismissing the weight of an international offer like it was nothing. His arms circled my waist before I could move further, pulling me back against the iron wall of his chest. His lips brushed the curve of my neck, voice low and dangerous. “Seems like Italy is about to become the axis the world spins on.” I tilted my head, smiling faintly at our reflection in the mirror. “That’s why you need to tighten your grip, amore. Every Don, every boss, every stray soldier, they move only when you allow it. Italy must bend to you, not the other way around.”

I looked at him with a stern expression that made him wince. "Why don't you buy your own women instead of worrying about mine?" "Why would a woman harass me when I can have several without satisfying anyone?" Theo asked, sipping a glass of orange juice. "We're the damn bosses of Italy; we control the whole country. When we want a woman, we take her," Mateo said with conviction, and I had doubts. I could be the largest criminal organization of the Don of Italy, and yet I hadn't chosen my fiancée out of love.

My hands shivered imagining Luciano putting that weapon on me, but pushed that thought on the edge of my mind. “Qual è il tuo ultimo desiderio? (What’s your last wish?),” the hundredth time I wished to understand Italian through a miracle, but got none as Luciano roared at bullet train’s speed. He didn’t look less than an insane wolf, but unfortunately, that was a turn on for me, or perhaps, I was left unsatisfied in the midst of a night. What the fuck, Jennifer

he put his rough finger on her pouty lips “Shhhh. Just be here, let me take my peace. Your heartbeat is my peace. Till it's beating,I am alive Dini the moment they aimed at you I was dead hundred times. Whatever and whenever you humiliate or curse me I feel peace because like me you didn’t cross or test my limits. I bloody ruined you yet I was madly in love..in obsession with you. You Dini is my obsession…CAPO’s Obsession!LETHAL one I might add." Nandini shivered but masked her trembling heart with his claim. She raised herself from his chest and saw in his deep charcoal ocean “I am not a thing Falcone. Once you said that a whore like me is not capable of holding the power and weight of the

“We speak of sense. You hunt with no plan, no pause, chasing down rumors. This is not a sound strategy, Your Majesty, it is an obsession.” The word struck hard, reverberating through the chamber. Obsession. I straightened slowly, sweeping my gaze across them. Their fear was palpable, but beneath it I saw what they would not yet voice aloud: doubt. Mutiny. “You call it obsession,” I said, voice low, steady, dangerous. “But obsession is the only reason you sit breathing in this chamber. Obsession united packs. Obsession crushed your enemies.” My eyes locked on the boldest of them, the one who dared meet my stare. “And you, lordling, dare question what you’ve never bled for.”

“Are you home now, mi reina? I miss you already.” I stepped inside the elevator and pressed my floor. I can't hide my smile. Dante is relentlessly clingy. It is a startling, intoxicating trait I never expected to find in a cartel boss. He likes being close, anchoring his presence to mine, demanding my attention in a way that breaks down my independent armor and reduces me to a puddle of soft longing.

Jane teases her, when they finally went back to their seat. “Never been good!” Italia exclaimed, grinning. “I have never enjoyed life as much as I did earlier!” She honestly say. It is the truth. She never had. During her early years, all her attention has been focus to Gustav. It is him that matters to her the most, although his eyes are already owned by somebody else. Italia just couldn’t help herself no matter how many times he pushed her. No matter how much he gets mad. She’ll find herself finding a way to get closer at him more.