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He stopped only to scribble, to curse, to tear one diagram into pieces before starting another. Madison finally snapped. “This isn’t strategy anymore,” she said flatly, arms crossed, eyes fixed on him. “It’s obsession.” Ian spun on her, his eyes wild. “Obsession is the only reason we’re still alive. Do you think he’s sitting somewhere calmly calculating probabilities? He’s tearing apart everything we touch. He’s already adapting. Every second we waste is another advantage lost.” Her voice was colder than I’d ever heard it. “You’re not seeing clearly. You’re seeing patterns that don’t exist because you’re desperate to believe you’ve outpaced him.”

THE KING'S DARK OBSESSION What is it like when a bored yet malicious soul finds something new to feed on? Catastrophic. A powerful one could have the vision of conquering something. It could either be a kingdom to rule on. A thing to add to their possessions. Or a person to prey on. A single blow against them either had them rattling down on the floor or prowling for their enemies with intensity and madness that was never seen in them before. Is it the pride that was hurt?

Desire, danger, and obsession intertwined, pulling me further into him, further into fire, further into something I wasn’t ready for—but couldn’t avoid. “You’re reckless,” I whispered, voice shaking, breath uneven. “And dangerous. And I… I shouldn’t want this…” “But you do,” he countered, smirk tugging at his lips. “And that’s all that matters. Some fires… some obsessions… are inevitable. And some people… are impossible to resist.” Even as he disappeared into the shadows again, leaving me trembling, breathless, and aching, I knew the truth. The first obstacle wasn’t external. It wasn’t the city, the strangers, or the rain. It was me. My desire. My surrender. My obsession.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

The thought of that doesn’t sound peaceful, it’s wrong, Disruptive but wrong. My chest tightens sharply and I stop breathing for a second too long. No! I force air into my lungs, each breath controlled, measured. As I Inhale again and hold before exhaling out. I press my thumb harder into my palm again until the sting cuts through the noise in my head. This is irrational. This attachment is spiraling into obsession. I don’t like that word, Obsession implies lack of control and i’m always in control. So why won’t my thoughts slow or obey!

“For a machine? We thought you were lonely—not insane! You lied to us!” Madison wiped tears furious, ponytail whipping. “We blamed ourselves” she screamed. “For the divorce. Therapy sessions. Dad crying. But you were just fucking a robot? Gross!” Derek pushed off the wall, fake tears glistening. “She’s sick” he said, voice smooth poison. “In the head. Needs attention. I’m willing to take her back—if she dumps the robot. She’s been enslaved by the sex toy. Brainwashed. Devil’s work. Don’t blame her—pity her. Pray for her.”

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?

His voice cracked with insanity, the madness threatening to consume him entirely. The room was charged with a tension so thick it felt as if the walls might collapse. The struggle between obsession, frustration, and an overwhelming need for control was about to reach its breaking point.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 68: Drenched in Obsession She continues to move against him, her body completely overtaken by the madness of the moment. Everything is heightened. Every single sensation, raw and intense. Desire—pleasure—each feeling swells to an unbearable edge, heightened to its most punishing extreme. Her thoughts are no longer coherent. Her mind is spinning in wild, uncontrollable circles, caught between the chaos of her need and the ruin it’s leaving behind.

For a few minutes, Ansel focused his attention on the designs in front of his eyes in order to get rid of strange delusions that entered his mind. As long as his entire life, Ansel had never let his mind embrace a wild fantasy of any women. But, the young woman who was sitting in the opposite side of his seemed to have a magical power to tear down his soul fortress. “I need some changes on some parts,” Ansel said. Chin Hwa and Qeiza simultaneously took a deep breath. They seemed struggling to hide their disappointments. “All right, Mr. Malik,” said Chin Hwa. “Just let us know what you want, we will fix them all.”