The Maddest Obsession Pdf Novels & Stories

“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.

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."

I'm a ticking time bomb. I'm unwell. A man on the edge of madness, waiting to see if the girl I'm obsessed with will betray me. By the end of today, I will know. I'll know the direction my life is going to take. I'm either going to be the happiest man alive or I'll want to jump from the very top of this building.

Chapter one Aphrodite I watched the clock, willing the minutes to tick by. I just wanted to get out of this office, go home, and collapse onto my bed. The day's work had left me feeling drained, and I was just counting the minutes until I could leave. As I waited, I glanced around my office, not really paying attention to anything in particular. My gaze landed on a painting that had been placed there by the company. It depicted an eagle, gazing sorrowfully at a fish in the water. The fish looked sadly back at the eagle.

Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet guest house. He craved excitement, adventure—anything to rid himself of the heavy lethargy weighing him down. So, what better plan than to head out to the clubs? Without a second thought, Bryan dashed to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He rummaged through his wardrobe, tossing aside shirts and pants until he found the perfect outfit: a sleek black shirt and jeans that hugged his frame just right. Minutes later, Bryan stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar and running a hand through his tousled hair. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and left the room

"Oh. Oh, thank you. You're so incredibly kind." Drake watched her, his expression perfectly still, studying her hysteria like a scientist looking at a specimen. "You're sick," she hissed, stepping directly into his space, with unadulterated fury. She locked her eyes onto his. "You are completely insane if you think I'd be happy about being pronounced the Donna of this godforsaken, sinful slaughterhouse. Only a monster like you would want to chain themselves to a devil!" Drake’s lips parted, and a short, amused smirk broke across his face.