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"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

"You heard me plain, Marco. If this pathological fixation is to be broken - if any hope remains of restoring your superiority and freeing your spirit from her relentless torment - you'll need to embrace your obsession with the Dupont woman. Court her, consume her...or be forever consumed in turn by this madness you've brought upon yourself." For once, I am utterly without words. My lips work up and down like a gasping fish as I struggle to process his profane prescription. This is...this is insanity. LunThe lunacy is the most debased, heretical variety! Yet even as I scramble for every fiber of indignant rejection, a small terrified voice calls out from the most shadowed recesses of my psych

“This isn’t funny, Aston. She’s obsessed with you. Like, weirdly obsessed with you. The worst part is that she doesn’t know it yet. She thinks that her feelings are hate. But I know what they are. I used to feel the same way about my ex. It’s that crazy feeling when you are so obsessed with someone that you can’t breathe, can’t think straight and do stupid things like try to fuck them out of your system.” I knew exactly what he was talking about. I felt the same way all the time with Maddy. Even when I was trying to fuck her out of my system, I just knew that was not possible. She ruined sex with other women for me. No girl comes close to Maddy. Nobody.

Let her feel the violence thudding beneath my skin. “You can never be free, Reina,” I growled. “Not out there. Not in here. You walk out that door again and come back late, I’ll make you pay. You breathe for someone else, I’ll end them. Do you understand?” She shook her head, her voice barely there. “You’re insane.” “I’m obsessed,” I corrected. “There’s a difference. Obsession has purpose. Madness is just noise.” My mouth brushed against her cheekbone, slow, deliberate. “And I only hear you.”

She maintained a moderate volume, but I could sense the shock in every single word she spoke. Yes, that’s Mad, my beautiful stepsister with OCD, ADHD, and everything in between that you can imagine. She has been curled up on my thighs and holding me firmly ever since we got here. Mad has been obsessive with hygiene since I knew her and has made it very clear how much dirt makes her feel sick. So, this place is the exact opposite of her. I feel so stupid for dragging her into my shit. For hours, Mad has sustained a quiet tone in the cell and avoided by any chance looking toward the two men snoring in the space.

I have to escape his madness or else I'll lose myself in his obsession. .............................. what do you think about Sebastian?. comment please.

Ma Xiao-Er was the most excited for the competition, and because of it she had always been very nervous. When Yang Tian-Xu asked her to become the model for Madam Liu’s project, she did it as a favour to him, but also; she did it because she was curious and wanted to take her mind off the competition. Now that the day of her competition has arrived, she became even more nervous.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in