Triangle Of Self Obsession Na Novels & Stories

Only the triad. Only surrender.

No sense of victory. No urge to cry. No desire to compare. The triangle hadn’t collapsed because someone chose her. It collapsed because she removed herself from it. And once she did, there was nothing left to triangulate. Just two people who mistook attention for love. And one woman who no longer did.

His hands had grabbed a white canvas, lifting it lightly, then setting it carefully on the easel, like placing something sacred. "But I want them to." He spoke deliberately cold, a barely-there smile on his lips: "No problem… let your feelings for me grow." I crossed my arms over my chest in frustration, raising my voice slightly: "You’re narcissistic… and selfish." He lifted his head toward me slowly, eyes unblinking, then began advancing in measured steps. I stepped back, then another, until my back pressed against the corner of the table behind me. "I’m not, Amara."

"Jaha Ara was a rebel. She is the name of a rebel. She was the first woman of out family to go against the words of my father despite being a woman. In that mysoginistic era, she did what she could have. What no one expected from the women of the family she came from. I admire her. Despite her being involved with another person, this admiration of her resilience, of her never giving up, of standing up for what was her right, and talking back against oppression despite being alone. I admire these qualities of her. And this resilience and this rebel which naturally existed within her and after my father's forceful marriage of her with me, it reached a dangerous level, where it shouldn't have.

Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself. He grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but the feeling persisted. It was driving him insane. "What is this feeling? It can't be possible!" he exclaimed, his heart pounding. He got up and went to the wine bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a wine glass on his way back to the room. As he poured himself a glass of wine, he paused for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief. "I know myself, and this is not who I am," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "What is this feeling? Am I falling in love with Laura?"

“I am not lying.” “You are obsessed,” he said. I froze. Adrian nodded. “That is the word. I have seen you focused. I have seen you strategic. But this is different. You are obsessive.” “I am not.” “Yes, you are,” he said. “And that will cost you.” I glanced at him. “What do you mean.” “You know exactly what I mean. This girl Ava, is going to hit your image, your position, your family, and your control. You can handle any enemy. But not this.”

The others fell in line. “I'm done eating,” I announced and was standing up. “Freya,” Tobias came after me. “I can't eat there, the place is too—- not what I'm used to,” I told him. “Am I really that selfish?” I asked him as we climbed up to his room. “Every living organism is selfish,” he explained, “it's self-love, and if we don't have that, others will trample on us.” “I think mine is too much,” I muttered.

she fumed silently. *** Hailey walked around the street with a gloomy look on her face. "F**k! I shouldn't have left" she mumbled. "No, I did the right thing. How could she think of cheating me? Arghhhh! How do I start again? I can't just be jobless" she screams out in frustration. A lady walked past her, she shook her head when she saw Hailey talking alone. She thought she was crazy. "Hey, I'm not crazy, okay? I'm perfectly fine" Hailey shouted after her.

Awoken by the sudden feelings of pain in his aching heart, he exclaimed, “Shit!” Yang Tian-Xu woke up, and he couldn’t believe himself, “How could I have made her cry in my dream!!!” He hates at himself, as he shouted. Frustrated and angry at himself “Fuck! I am pathetic!” Yang Tian-Xu hated how he had raped her in his dream. Even though it was an illusion, however; Dreams are your hidden desire is it not? Yang Tian-Xu’s beautiful fit body covered with sweat, and sure enough, he was still erect. He needed to cool himself down. He took off his sweat-soaked T-shirt, and glance over at the clock and saw the time; 8:32 a.m.

The drives, the hidden folders, the envelopes—all pieces of a puzzle I was slowly mastering. My phone vibrated. Jeffrey. Jeffrey: First test complete. Did you survive? Me: Yes. And I’ve learned more than I expected. Jeffrey: Good. Now you understand. Control is obsession. Obsession is pattern. Observe him. Learn his triggers. Wait. Then act. I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. The plan was taking shape. I would obey, but I would also prepare. Every test, every obsession, every tiny misstep could be a weapon if I wielded it carefully.