The Maddest Obsession Read Online の小説・ストーリー

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

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.”

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.

“Losing you to someone else… it’s driving me insane. It feels like my head is going to explode.” The words tumbled out, messy and desperate. I wasn’t sure what I was saying anymore. I just needed her to understand. “I have no control over this obsession, Ava. It’s madness… this twisted, inescapable pull I have towards you. Even though I’m married. Even though I’m married to your sister, I can’t stop myself.” I choked on the truth as it spilt out. “I can’t stop wanting you.” I stood abruptly, needing space, air, something to keep me from drowning in this torment. I crossed the room and stood by the window, my fists clenched tight as I stared at the city lights. They looked cold and distant. D

Do I look that *'I-have-no-man'? I mean I am, but it's kind of rude he just assumed it. I fiddled with my sleeves, brain blank, mouth dry. No clue how to respond. But he wasn't done. Of course he wasn't. *"We've traveled together. Shared rooms a hundred times. Worked insane hours. You're efficient. I'm stable. Neither of us has time for romantic circus nonsense."* He paused, locking eyes with me. *"So yes — you're the most convenient option for me. And realistically, I'm the most secure option for you."*

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

“My Lord, my Lord!” Maru ran back inside, nearly tripping over the stone steps. “This fool,” Anubis muttered under his breath, his golden eyes narrowing. “What is it?” He raised a brow, his voice low and dangerous. “She’s here,” Maru gasped, trying to catch his own breath. “I know,” Anubis said with a snort, his gaze fixed ahead. “I already sensed her.” His fingers flexed, golden sparks dancing along his knuckles, anticipation and annoyance mingling in his expression.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

"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

Not even the door was clean! My mom was a perfectionist from head to toe so she would die of a heart attack when she saw what had been done to her house, I felt powerless, full of anger, surprised and scared. Everything at once! She was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The author had to be completely insane, he was not at all funny or romantic. I wished I had him in front of me to slap him.