Triangle Of Self Obsession Na Novels & Stories

He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled. Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one. “Cannot breathe, huh?” The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either. “Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself. “Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”

Desire, danger, and obsession intertwined, pulling me further into him, further into fire, further into something I wasn’t ready for—but couldn’t avoid. “You’re reckless,” I whispered, voice shaking, breath uneven. “And dangerous. And I… I shouldn’t want this…” “But you do,” he countered, smirk tugging at his lips. “And that’s all that matters. Some fires… some obsessions… are inevitable. And some people… are impossible to resist.” Even as he disappeared into the shadows again, leaving me trembling, breathless, and aching, I knew the truth. The first obstacle wasn’t external. It wasn’t the city, the strangers, or the rain. It was me. My desire. My surrender. My obsession.

Obsidian leaned in the doorway, hands in his pocket and his dark eyes focused on me. “What makes you say that?” he questioned. I licked my lips and made a gesture with my hand. “He’s angry with me.” “He’s not angry.” My eyes shot up to his again. “Ezra is pissed at himself. He doesn’t know much about control yet.” “But you do?” Obsidian tilted his head to the side. “I know a lot about control.” I scoffed and stood. “Yeah, right.”

“First: never apologize for your ambition. Never soften your edges to make him comfortable. The moment you become less than you are, he’ll stop respecting you and start controlling you.” Nyx was listening now. Really listening. “Second: maintain your independence. Keep secrets from him. Don’t tell him everything. The moment he believes he knows you completely, he’ll own you. Mystery is what keeps the obsession alive.” She coughed again, and this time she didn’t bother to cover it. “Third: understand that his obsession with you is not love. It’s possession. And possession can look like protection until it becomes a cage. So you need to decide right now: are you going to be trapped by his obse

"Sharon, the Thomas you know no longer exists. He's sick, he's changed, and his words cannot be trusted. You think he's good because you met him at his best—when he felt warmth and restraint. If things could stay like that forever, maybe he'd improve. But life doesn't work that way. "Right now, he's obsessed with the idea that if he eliminates anything that could obstruct you, he won't be triggered and won't relapse. In the short term, that might stabilize him. But over time, he will grow more extreme. Once he identifies someone as an obstacle, he won't hesitate to kill.

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

Just her and everything in her. "Why did you cover" he asked as he brushed a spot on her left hand. I am so in Love with... Myself, of course. There was a tattoo in italics. It was beautiful, and it sounded like something a person with self-obsession says but in Aanya's case he used it to cover to some extent but she also wanted a reminder of how many times she had done it but also how many times she survived it. And to some point, she is self-obsessed but for her self-obsession in self-love times 10.

Dylan argued. “I know Dylan… I know…” I said and then walked forward towards him to add hastily, “But when my obsession takes over me… I do get selfish. And in case of Emily… My obsession has already taken over me…” He looked at me with his eyes wide open while I added further, “I won’t let her go… She is mine and she will be mine, even if it means I would have to go against her will…”

Her loathing for the Triquetra was welded into her own lack of self-esteem, their negligent oversight of her had become the measurement by which Tabitha valued herself. “It didn’t have anything to do with you. They were f-king little sluts, and didn’t care who they did, so they weren’t exactly selective, and they would have f-ked you too, if the opportunity had been there at the right time and you’d been vulnerable enough to go with them.” Aislen’s words were a twisted and tainted compensation prize for the woman whose ego had driven her to pay too great a price to prove that she was just as good as the girls that the Triquetra had abused. “They didn’t not choose you because you were lacking

His father nodded 5o him. Vishal cleared his throat and walked towards a white board that had a map of the whole area projected on it. The map contained all the Pack's in the country and the land they all held. He picked up the pointer and zoomed out the picture to the area where the Black Moon pack was located. "Here's the Black Moon's territory and if I'm very correct, they have hills and dangerous cliffs to their advantage and that's probably why they feel they are untouchable.