The Maddest Obsession Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

Daren whispered to himself, realizing the men might be goon with intent to rob. These were no ordinary thieves but Marco's goons, and Daren's anxiety heightened. His heart raced as he quickened his pace, yet the men closed in, subjected him to a beating, and forcibly loaded him into their truck. The group comprised five individuals: Daren was confined to the back seat, guarded by an armed man, ensuring compliance. Another drove the truck, while a third occupied the front passenger seat. The remaining two escorted the vehicle on sports bikes, resembling a sinister convoy.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

I was really enjoying this and didn't even get why we were obeying her. Rachel groaned. “Ang, we were in the middle of—” “Middle of nothing,” Angela cut her off. “New game. Never Have I Ever. By the fire pits. Clothes on this time, unless you want Principal Hale on speed dial again.” A few people groaned. Damien just grinned. “Finally. Some real talk.” Sara was already climbing out, grabbing a towel. “Jordan, come on. You’re not allowed to sit out and stare at him all night.”

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

My pulse was still racing, and even as I tried to calm myself, I realized something dangerous: this obsession—the magnetic, suffocating, protective obsession—was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. Later, as we returned to Paul’s room, the threat of Adrian still lingered, a dark cloud I could feel pressing on my chest. But Sebastian stayed close, unrelenting, unyielding, and all-consuming. His obsession, his control, and his desire wrapped around me like a tangible force, almost painful in its intensity. I realized, with a shiver I couldn’t hide, that I was no longer just Ocean Ramirez—the sister, the patient advocate, the girl caught in a dangerous game. I was his. Completely. And Adrian

But this one is intense, this look is different in so many ways. I have seen this look in Justin’s eyes, I saw it twice. The night he had Ashley drug me and the night he had Rachel betray me. This is the look of pure obsession. “Do you think I am crazy?” she asked me and I looked at her. She is crazy, she is obsessed but the biggest question is with what? What is she obsessed with? Is she obsessed with Logan or obsessed with power? Maybe she just doesn’t like losing and hates that she lost.

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.”

“Everything that’ll ruin me.” I smile against his mouth. “Then let’s get ruined together.” His control shatters. His mouth slams back to mine, raw and unfiltered, and I melt into him, knowing this isn’t just about lust anymore. This is obsession. Need. A slow descent into madness with no one left to save us. And God help me, I never wanted saving in the first place. To Be Continued...