Novel & Cerita These Lunatics Are Obsessed With Me

I was weak but I am probably the only one with any sense. "Good morning. As you all know, there will be a banquet holding in two days time. The Alpha of Blood Fang has ensured peace between us for year and we need to celebrate that..." I watched quietly as the girls began to swoon as he talked, obviously lost in the silkiness of his voice. I tired not to roll my eyes. It was so sickening. "... some of you will be attending to the food and drinks and some will be in charge of the guests. You all are pretty girls–"

“The other half despise me. Both halves don’t even know me, the real me. And both halves also know my story, everything was plastered in the media for them to read about, to talk about in their tea parties and their book clubs.” “That part of your life is over now, Luna,” Rita said quietly beside her. She placed a comforting hand on Luna’s shoulder. Luna smiled a little. “I know. It’s just, here I am again, right back in the room full of people I swore to never see again three years ago.” Luna remembered her discussion with her mother earlier that afternoon. “My mom is worried for me,” she revealed to Rita. “She’s worried I have a sick obsession with these people, she says I keep pulling mys

Just raw obsession typed in perfect grammar like it came from a CEO who owned both your salary and your soul. I needed therapy. I needed holy water. I needed a priest. "Did that bastard fuck you last night?” His words flashed across the screen like a bullet to my chest. My stomach churned. “Is that why you’re still sick? Because he’s had you all night long?” I wanted to vomit. I knew it was coming, but hearing him say it out loud—well, not out loud, but in text—felt like a slap to the face. My hands were shaking now. Why the hell was he so obsessed with Elvis? Did he honestly think I was so easily swayed? I wasn’t some toy for him to break apart and put back together whenever he felt like it

Michael was indeed a lunatic. "She won't hate anyone" The sternness in Lula's voice made us both shut up. "When she's old enough and if the story should ever come to her knowledge, she'll love you both too much to blame you" His words calmed me a bit, but if I had the chance, I would raise that mofo from the dead and kill him again. He was a monster. Poisoned two wolves just for some crazy obsession. Perfect definition of sick. Sick. Sick. Sick.

'Time to crush those bastards. 'I can't wait to get a million grand just for killing these people!' 'We should get this over with. I'm bored already, ugh.' The thoughts of those chaotic men pour out in my head, making my thoughts drown. "Jeez, mind reading is apparently a lot, I'll have to get used to it soon," I groan, holding my head. 'What a stupid Lycan lord? Who does he think I am, that I'd be prone to ambush? Tch, today comes your downfall, lord Auren, hah!'

“Why are you relieved? Aren’t you the one trying to kill your brothers all the time?” “That’s the thing, Nes! I want to kill him. He can’t die before I assassinate him. In fact, none of my brothers can die before I kill them or it would ruin everything. I have OCD, you know? Obsessive-Compulsive Desire to be the one who takes them down — no one can outdo me, not even death.” “Hmm. Makes sense,” Nesryn said with a shrug.

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

“People have noticed, Dante. They know you’re distracted. They know your mind is somewhere else. You’re not as untouchable as you think. Anyone could make a move now because they see you’re occupied. You’re vulnerable. Jamie’s right—you need to stop this obsession before it destroys everything you’ve built.” My patience snaps. I slam my hands down on the desk, standing up. ”Luna is not an obsession,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. She’s more than that. She’s a fucking addiction. She’s part of me, fused into my very being. There’s no separating her from me anymore, and I don’t want to. Sasha doesn’t back down. “Then what is she, Dante?” Her voice challenges me, daring me to say it out l

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”