The Maddest Obsession Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

A fucking dare, the glint in her eyes made me realize how serious she is. "Fuck me! Yes! This is a dare, fuck me. Let's see how good you think you are, let's see if you are going to be addictive. Of course you can never be addictive, it is just going to be just once and nothing else. Let's see who loses."

In his hand was a trash bag. I was about to say hello when my eyes caught the figure above his head. My smile froze. There, glowing in vivid red, was the number: 1,111. The worst part was that it was still fluctuating. My blood ran cold. That was pure bloodlust. It was a raw, undisguised intent to kill. I had never seen such a high value before. I once came across a creep on the subway at 300, and I thought that was bad.

THE DISCOVERY Time flew so fast,but to Ruth it was stagnant.She was under house arrest for two months,she didn't have a glimpse of what the outside world looks like,the party she found absurd was having to see what's going on in the internet because of her cell phone Rita took against her will. Her physical appearance began to increase rapidly, Rita noticed all of this and unfortunate thoughts began to course through her,she wouldn't even imagine what she was thinking to come to reality,so she died off the matters and moved on.

“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.

“Your father cheated for years. Different women. STDs. Brittany in our bed while I worked doubles. I was single—having fun—” Blake recoiled, face twisting. “Fun” he echoed, disgusted. “With a robot? You abandoned us!” Madison turned away, shoulders shaking. “You’re dead to me” she whispered. Big Daddy Burrito stepped forward, metal feet clank-clank, eyes glowing amber. “Mistress—” Layla raised a hand sharp. “Step down” she snapped. “This is my family. I deal with it myself.” Big Daddy paused, chassis humming, then nodded, stepping back to the wall.

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

“Please, may I not abuse our relationship as you and your daughter have done. Where is Amelia?” Damon growled as he was already annoyed. He couldn't just continue sitting, rather, he stood up and began to walk around the woman who already knew that she was in danger. Damon repeated his question for a while, and Madam Rawn couldn't provide the required response. Then he went closer to her. “I wouldn't like to kill an old woman like you. But I have people that can joyfully do it for me. Will you speak up, or do you want them to do their job?”

The conversation between Adrian and I played in my head. *********** "I need you to make Madison hate me," I handed Adrian a glass of whiskey. "Why?" Adrian sat up as he took the glass from me. "Adrian, I'm about to do crazy things and Madison is confused right now, I know you have feelings for her and if you just help me then you will be able to have her and your son," I took a sip from my glass. "What crazy things are you talking about?" Adrian raised his eyebrows, "and I can't fight with my best friend."

“I'm so sorry, I never knew that Pius would take it that far, please.” I walked closer to her, and she looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with tears. “I now know what your problem is, just like your father, you have a thing for obsession. You're obsessed with me, but I'm not. The only person I'm obsessed with is Elena.” “I was there before her, we had a thing before her, how could you do this to me?” I smiled and walked away. She was screaming and calling out my name. I wonder how she'll behave when she finds out that her father has been stripped of his title, and she'll never get to live like that spoiled little princess she has always lived like.