These Lunatics Are Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

“Keep me confined. It’s better to be safe than sorry. My memory is not real clear. There are fuzzy gaps. Besides biting a few people and kicking some ass, have I done any real damage to anyone?” “No.” “Apologize for me, will you?” Moon took another step back. “It gets all screwed up in my head. I can’t tell what is real and what isn’t. I am confused most of the time and believe I’m back at Mercile or in the desert. I feel pure hatred to the point that I could hurt anything that moves.” He paused. “Murderous rage. Do you understand? That’s the emotion driving me.” “We’re doing everything we can and we won’t give up.”

Peace. A day without deadlines. A day without answering calls. A day without dealing with Ethan sir's six different shades of grumpy. I swear, the second — literally the exact second — I thought of his name, my phone buzzed. I froze. Because I only have one friend. Diana. If it buzzes on a Sunday, it's usually her. But no. Fate hates me. It was him. *From Ethan Sir: "Are you home, Lily?"* What now?

“Yes. I went to finally have a talk with him and… and I feel like I finally understand you, Dante. I understand where the obsession is coming from.” Dante’s mouth tightened. He looked away, eyes scanning the empty park ahead. “I know why Lunas are dangerous now,” Maya said slowly, each word measured, as if he was trying to impress the weight of it onto Dante. “A Luna could kill you with obsession, Dante.”

"I was alone, drowning my sorrows because you ditched me. You're the one I wanted to be with." I was so dang frustrated, my head was pounding like a drumbeat in my temples. Last night's memories were like wisps of smoke, slipping through my fingers. I could barely grasp anything. All I had were flashes of chaos and faces in the crowd. I do remember a scuffle, a bunch of guys throwing punches. Then, out of nowhere, this dude steps in, protecting me with his own body. It was like a blurry movie reel playing in my head. I reached for my little first aid kit, but even that memory was foggy. The harder I tried to make sense of it, the more it slipped away. It was like chasing shadows, one step fo

“Especially when that feral lunatic belongs in a cell.” Wait, was this Alpha Jacques? -

I believe it's about their work because I didn't understand anything. Territory? Shipment? Security? What do these people actually do? Why are they always so busy? Maybe they're from a mob. Like loan sharks I think. Yes, they're loan sharks. So when you borrow money and you don't pay back then they kill you, maybe that's why they killed Terry. I finished my food but I couldn't leave the table because Mr grumpy was still sitting and I didn't want to do anything that would force me to look at him.

Did I invent this black market blood-trafficking operation because of my delusions as well? "Or, are you the ones who are heartless lunatics driven mad by your greed for money?"

I sit alone for minutes and try to process the information received.It seams that I am some fucking… thing… which is kind of some war machine… that comes from a kind of arrogant and crazy king, but damn strong. I'm mystical. And the icing on the cake is that I'm the life dream of this madman who is unfortunately our king. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! What good joke! So I can't stop laughing. God! I say while my laughter is no longer laughing but something sinister that scares me too. I'm going crazy…

"You know what he is, Norlan. He's me, if I gave up the last pieces of my soul." "Not happening!" I yelled, running desperate fingers through my hair, "They are lunatics! They can't go a week without sticking their cocks into the same woman! It's like a ritual to them! They are abominable!" I knew I was blabbing nonsense, but, fuck me, anything to keep away from Saint. What an irony of a name for one who is the direct opposite of who a Saint should be!

“It happens that you are a fuc** lunatic! I'm not yours or anyone's, I don't understand why you had to send me that message, you're watching me all the time, I'm moving out of your apartment today, I don't want your attention anymore” “And if I tell you that you have no choice but to be mine? What would you do?” “That's not my only option, if I must resign from your company I'll do it immediately, I just don't understand why you say those things? what's the matter?” Andy returns to his seat, sighs, and looks into her eyes. “It's just that I feel like I like you a lot” Camille, it's a feeling I can't control. “Just like you can't control your obsession and control. Did you know that you have