Where To Watch Obsession: Dark Desires Novels & Stories

"Mother, you don't understand, she is different, I can't explain what is happening to me, but it is not only about sex, it is true that we have evolved and we have had to adapt to the modern customs of the world, but that does not mean that the feelings inside me have been eliminated, I think she is my goddess, and I will not rest until she transforms into that which I desire so much. "Son, I know that for years you have created a sort of obsession with humans, and it is something I do not intend to discuss, you are too handsome a man and of course very young and attractive, but with her you cannot keep that obsession, you must dismiss her immediately from the factory and make Sara Sterlins

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

He dug his fingers into the sofa cushions, his hips reflexively moving to meet Darren’s possessive strokes. The boundaries of the contract had dissolved. In the darkness of that private cinema, Ezra no longer cared whether this was merely a fifty-million-rupiah transaction. All he knew was that his body and soul were now entirely trapped within the devilish obsession of Darren Wijaya. The room filled with the sounds of friction and ragged breathing until they finally reached a shattering climax together, just as the ambient lights dimmed back to black. The Eye in the Dark Yet, behind the illusory beauty and burning passion inside the penthouse, a massive danger was lurking from the darkness

Obviously some relationship drama. I wonder who the ex is. The man or the woman. For the brunette's sake, I find myself preferring it be the woman. I know a manipulative bastard when I see one. I watch the brunette's knees soften. Great. She’s going to pass out. I stare at her for another second. Then I set my tablet down because apparently my evening is no longer my own.

another man's arms. The days go by, and he continues to observe her through the security camera, I would like that, like when I first arrived at the company, she would make the slightest mistake, but now she does her job perfectly, she has no reason to attract his attention, He only dedicates himself to observing her through the monitor on his screen. One day he feels that he must follow her and provoke an apparently "chance" encounter, he could not bear the mere idea of ​​having her close and not being able to touch her, not being able to caress her, not being able to make her his, his obsession and his desire for her, were a feeling that with the passing of the days didn't even let him fal

In the shadows across the street, a figure watched the sedan depart, then spoke quietly into a phone. "She's on the move. Headed to Castellano as expected." Dante's voice came through, cold and certain. "Good. Everything proceeds as planned." "And if Castellano accelerates the timeline?" "He won't. He enjoys the game too much." A pause. "But if he tries to harm her tonight, kill him." The call ended, and the watcher disappeared into the darkness, following the sedan at a discreet distance.

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

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.

he said, and his serious expression said he meant every word of it. "I am obsessed with you. I have been for a while now; the sight of you, the sound of your voice, your scent and your touch have been my obsession. You are the light in the darkness I have lived in my entire life, the reason I dare to dream for a future. The reason my life started meaning anything to me," he said and looked into my eyes possessively.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.