Triangle Of Self Obsession Na Novels & Stories

He could crutch everyone with just his fingertips,his cold eyes, cold face and pale skin made it all add up. He seems undetectable and can't be defected, he is so out of the world. His black outfits were like his soul but this morning, He was different. He was more like a human who was passing through hard times. "I might fade away someday, but do I really not deserve to be happy?" He asked as his tone lowered even more, and his voice came out like a whisper. "No, I think I don't" he replied to himself after some while, his tone dripping with sarcasm and self-mockery as if he was soliloquizing.

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

The triangle of us flows in perfect rhythm, pulse steady, energy aligned, protective and strong. We move together as one, subtle yet deliberate, chest pressing, hands brushing, energy flowing through each careful motion. The child nudges gently, pulse syncing with ours. The world threads subtly with our energy, aligning quietly. Trust, protection, authority, and calm dominance radiate outward. Every press, brush, and shift threads connection and rhythm through the triangle of us, steady, aligned, and protective.

And what had I done? Dragged half-naked women into my study like some jealous fucking idiot trying to prove a point. My chest tightened violently. This wasn’t strategy anymore, it wasn’t control, and it wasn’t even about the bond now. This was obsession. Ugly, possessive, desperate obsession, and for the first time since all of this started, I couldn’t lie to myself about it anymore.

“It not too late… we can still figure out something just let down the barrier I know you can but you just don’t want to.” “I said is too late for that. This power is strong and it want all the power you still have if I let this barrier down it will attack and devour you demon power too, that why I isolated myself.” "Don't underestimate me I am still I tribrid I can hold off, we can share the power by linking our self until we come up with solution. Just take this barrier down and let do this until something is done okay”

I was so annoyed that I didn't listen and just assumed the position alongside him, glaring at this man who wants to throw me out because I made the effort to trail behind him. He snorted. Nonetheless, he didn't say anything else than heavy, agonizing gasps. Agony, indeed. I'm not sure whether I misjudged his presence, but I don't think so right now. If they have one thing in common, it's mischief and suffering. Plus the desire for power and danger. The Tri-Alpha is both dangerous and mischief. They made me feel bad about their doings but the justification once I learned the truth about them makes me want to see their purpose in all of the shit that they are doing.

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

She belives whether the person is terrorist ,enemy or criminal , a doctor only sees that person as a patient. she was about to touch the man , a big hand with handkerchief came in front of her nose.Very toxic smell came from the handkerchief that made her unconsious .When she became unconsious , a pair of warm arm snaked around her body protectively and kissed her forehead.After that the man carried Luna inside his car and left for his villa.

Will I continue to pine for her pussy? I plan to see Jade tonight and try to have a good time. I desperately need to let Tonya go, but the thought of another man touching her drives me insane. All I wanted to do last night was fuck her until I knew she would be too sore to even think about another cock. What the hell is wrong with me? I am not going to think about her or text her for at least a week. After that, I will see how I feel about her. Is this love or obsession or lust or something else? I do not know how I feel.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe