These Lunatics Are Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

"I can't believe she was that dumb, she was acting all cool before then" A man scoffed in the room. His shoulders shook "Thankfully I had Maria with me already before The whole shit took place " Caine grinned "I know Lincoln to be some lunatic but he seems to beat my imagination day by day" Fane who was standing close to the window that was half closed and half opened, scoffed "I don't think he'll be any better" Andres smirked "It might be a good thing that he's returning soon..."

I could hear the laughter and the sound of glasses clinking as toasts were made, and I wanted to join in and be part of it. But this nagging feeling in my head—there since the first mention of the Moon Priestess—refused to go away. I knew Mac was right: there were all kinds of lunatics spouting whatever nonsense it took to get clicks and views. There were fanatics who wanted so badly to believe in something that they would latch onto anything they found to rally around.

Break them. “Obsession?” My voice dropped to a growl. “Do you know what obsession is? It is the only reason you sit breathing in this hall. I united packs with obsession. I crushed your enemies with it. And you,” I jabbed a finger toward the young lord, who flinched, “have the balls to lecture me as if you’ve ever bled for anything but your purse strings.” Shouts erupted. Old men waving arms, voices colliding. Words like reckless, madness, ruin. Their noise scraped raw against my skull. I heard rebellion in every syllable, mutiny in every sideways glance.

I had no idea what to expect! "Hey idiot, will you stop smiling to yourself like a maniac?" I was suddenly greeted by an unexpected voice. I couldn’t help but smirk and roll my eyes at what I heard. "Hey buddy, well, since you're so great at introductions, tell me your name." "Luise,” he started, “and I guess I am doomed to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm so lucky," he said sarcastically. His passive-aggressive teasing amuses me, I bet the two of us will get along well and become close in just a few days.

Lorenzo I pull out of her,my dick still semi-hard. This woman is like a drug to me, one that I can't get rid of. When I am with her, I can't think of anything else but fill her insides till she is soaking with my essence. Gino says that my obsession with her has turned into something more dangerous. An obsession. In my line of work, having an obsession can be classified like having an Achilles heel. He says that anyone can get to me. They just have to get to Megan abs and have me eating at the palm of their hands.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. Every time I tried to prove I wasn’t crazy, something happened to make me look the opposite. Sophia would say I’m obsessed, that I need to stop thinking Dante is guilty. But if she had seen that shadow, if she had seen that glint, she’d understand. I’m not the one who’s sick. I’m not the one lying.

He seemed completely out of it and was speaking incoherently as if he had lost his mind. "That damned woman almost crippled me! I hope she dies! "I didn’t report her to the police after she ran me over, but she didn't even bother to call me to check on me! I hope she goes bankrupt! Bankrupt! I curse her in the name of everything. I hope she goes bankrupt! "I'll place a hex on her! Bankrupt!" His repeated chants were turned into a joke online. "You've lost it! You should see a psychiatrist." "Someone, please tag the director of the mental asylum."

He knew how many people he sent to hell because of his obsession for Nandini. He became psychotic in these years. Nandini was the only medicine he needed. Nobody knows when his guilt and his anger became lethal and the deadliest obsession. Amber was thinking that due to this habit he should not hurt his Dini Here Edwin remembered Falcone and looked at him keenly and tried to understand the situation. His mom was unconscious and here this Man is shouting his lungs out which he feels strange. Amber understood Edwin’s mind and tried to keep the situation at ease. “ You! Ummm .ummmm .ahem .ahem” He looked at the kids. Faith was surprised, same with Edwin like he was analysing the situation and a

No more Fable YouTube video pajama party marathons with my BFFs, no more fanfiction, no more Fable Tumblr, no more obsessive fangirling whatsoever. I've heard that during the height of Beatlemania, some Beatles fans pretty much lost their minds. Scores of delusional girls lost the plot over them. They weren’t just regular fans, but super-obsessed girls for whom the whole thing became a lifeline. They're probably still a bit cooked fifty years later. I almost became that.

She’s dumber than I thought. Love makes people do crazy things — that much I know. But this? This is madness with sprinkles. Stealing condoms … okay, not that … but faking DNA tests, drugging, raping, killing fetuses, plotting with murderers, shooting friends. Someone should hand these people a referral card to a psychiatrist’s office and lock the door behind them. “You clearly cracked your biscuit somewhere,” Lee sighs, his sarcasm wrapped in sing-song sweetness. Somehow, he makes crazy sound cute.