Triangle Of Self Obsession Na Novels & Stories

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.

After a few more martini's, I was a little tipsy as expected but not drunk. The world was still clear in front of me and Clara's words were loud in my ears. For years, I was proud of my title and the way I had gotten it but for the first time ever, I wasn't-not anymore. Being an Alpha was my pride but today it felt like it was my shame. There were two females I was pissed at and beauty didn't question anything regarding about my mate or Clara after I had politely asked her not too. I wanted to avoid thinking about either of them.

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

"You have him. His obsession. That's power." "What are you talking about?" "Kieran is obsessed with you," Silas explained. "That means you have power over him. He wants you happy. He wants you to accept him. That's power, Elara. If you learn how to use it." "I don't want to use it," I said. "I just want to leave." "That's not going to happen," Silas said firm. "Not now. Probably not ever. So you have two choices. You can keep fighting him.

I loved losing myself in it until the whole damn world faded out and all that was left was the heat and the feeling and the fucking glorious release when I came. But sex was just one leg of the stool. The whole shit-show of my life stood on three things. Three obsessions. Sex. Power. Money. My unholy trinity. Money wasn’t just a tool to me; it was obedience. With the right amount, men who swore they’d die before kneeling suddenly forgot they had spines. They’d hand over secrets, switch sides, sell out their own blood if the price was high enough. People liked to pretend loyalty meant something. It didn’t. Money proved it every single day and I had more than enough to watch everyone’s morals

It doesn't even hurt much than seeing him standing undisturbed while his best friend hits me. He has always defended me before now. What changed? I guess his obsession for fame ruined all the love we've built together, perhaps, the one I've struggled to build while he does nothing but chase his top priority which is his career. "How dare you call me names!" The shameless vixen bickers, grabbing my hair in a fist. My scalp hurts and now I wince on pain. I'm not so strong but Zoey is an intimidating she-wolf — she's tall, pretty and has a nice shape.

~ "Tit!" ~The strongest human! Host, It was because Tri-Human is said to be the perfect human from the past. Tri-human can do things that no ordinary humans could do. In short, Tri-Human is the perfect self, host. The self of ordinary human was either good, normal, and bad. A simple as that. But Tri-human can control this hidden consciousness such as you hidden ego's, your hidden potential. The full control of Human limit, Host. That means host, this bloodline is the one who will overcome the laws. The host is not just a normal human, the host is a Tri-human~ "This..."

"But how is that my fault?" "See? You don't even realise your selfishness. You are not even aware of what you did," he said and gave me a sarcastic look. I was still standing there completely blank, expecting an explanation. "Let me explain it to you, Isabella," the oracle finally spoke up. She put her hand on Zen's shoulder ordering him to sit down. "The decision you made, it cost us lives. Not just one. Look at the faces of the people surrounding you, they are your former pack members. You will see the griefs in their eyes."

I patted on the seat beside me for Eve to sit on but Jasper immediately sat on it, so Eve had to sit on the vacant seat left which was amid Jasper's and Asa's. Eve gulped hardly, and was patently nervous. I hated the way Eve felt so insecure about her body and her standards. She was the most alluring person I had ever met and didn't understand why she failed you see that in herself. She really needed to build her self esteem. "Who's this fuckingly hot damsel?" Jasper said dumbly, referring to Eve and causing different series of electric sparks in my head. "She's my-" I started but Eve immediately ended the sentence.

Of course, it would not be a problem for him, to browse each page of the Internet to find out everything that happens in the world. This is to his credit, he found them but thanks to my good eye and my thorough investigation we are here. I am good looking for what benefits me the most but everything requires a prior evaluation to be accepted. I take what I want very seriously, a psychiatrist would say that I am obsessed with getting what I am infatuated with. But I'm not infatuated, I just want to build my own army to defend myself. Anyone would do it and it wouldn't be an obsession, it's just thinking about the future.