Yes It's Me The Obsessive Side Top Novels & Stories

Lilian was not phased at the tone of her message. Jeremy was the scum of all scum , according to him , he was going to be the next big hit in the music industry. He was a lazy sleazebag, he one tried hitting on her and when she turned him down. He told her sister the opposite of what happened . Ohh what a big fight it led too with of course Lilian’s father at Cindy’s corner . “Well they belong together “Lilian thought Finally with a heavy heart she opened Ben’s message.

After a while, Donald believes he's lost the tail, but Ashley is still missing, and Emma is not giving up yet. She observes Donald entering a locked-up building, and she sees her chance to sneak in and check if Ashley is inside. As she approaches the door, she hits it, shouting, "Is anyone there? Hello, is anyone there?" Suddenly, a faint voice answers from inside the locked room, and Emma's heart starts racing. She introduces herself and reassures Ashley that she's there to help. Ashley, who is terrified and confused, starts shouting for help, and Emma realizes she must act quickly to get her out of there.

“Caught red-handed.” “It’s not what you think,” I muttered, suddenly very aware of the growing tension in my chest. Jessica, ever the persistent one, ignored my protests and continued scrolling through Dino’s photos. “Oh, come on, Eloise. It’s only fair that we get a glimpse of what’s been on your mind. I mean, the man is literally everywhere, right? CEO of Prestige Global, former high school bully, and now...a walking nightmare?” “Please don’t make it worse,” I groaned, slouching down in my seat. But Jessica was already too deep in her mission to listen.

he growls, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes trail down my body with that same hungry look he always gets. I smirk, shaking my head. “Yeah, of course you would. It’s like you’re obsessed with sex and food. Do you have any other obsessions besides that?” I ask, half-joking, but part of me genuinely curious about what runs through his twisted mind when he’s not thinking about screwing or eating.

OHMYFUCKINGGOD this is huuuuuuge @camerontaygirl kind of disappointing how the guy who dropped the biggest album of the year and went on to win the prize for the best artist of the year, best debut album & shit, got it with such an ugly girl??? like??? he can do so much better??? @camtaytay are u blind or ARE U BLIND? have u seen her side profile in the pic??? & her body?? or maybe even her insta ??? i could sell my soul to the devil and still not be half as beautiful as her !1!1! god . i . want . her .

“Oh yeah! What are you gonna say again huh?” “What are you saying Heather, I can’t do something of that such” “Those bags only contain cereals, chips and crisps?” “Why would you bring me cereals, chips and crisps? I can buy those on my own” “Listen Miss Heather, there must be a misunderstanding somewhere” “You might just be mistaken about the scenario. You just have to be calm and we will definitely track the stalker” “Are you trying to confuse my focus Sophia?” Heather grumbled slowly.

She paused on one photo and zoomed in. “maya,” she whispered. “What?” “My nose looks amazing here, why didn't you tell me ” I blinked. “Congrats?” “I knew it! I knew my side profile was underrated!” she yelled like she just won the lottery. “post this one first. no no wait. THIS one, no! post both.” “You can’t post two pictures of your face back to back,” I said. “Why not?!” “People will think you’re obsessed with yourself.” “I am obsessed with myself!”

Jesus, get it together care. I put my hand up to block my face but it’s too late; he’s staring directly at me. His brow goes sky high and he plops down in the seat she vacated as Dillon takes the one on the other side. “You keep turning up wherever I go. You stalking me?”

he'd say. "I don't care," I'd reply. "I could lose everything." "Then lose it." I came hard, biting my lip to keep from making noise, my roommate in the next room completely oblivious to the fact that I was fucking myself to thoughts of my therapist. When I came down, I felt... nothing. No guilt. No shame. Just satisfaction. And the certainty that this was only the beginning. --- Later that night, I did what any self-respecting obsessive would do: I googled him.

“Why are you relieved? Aren’t you the one trying to kill your brothers all the time?” “That’s the thing, Nes! I want to kill him. He can’t die before I assassinate him. In fact, none of my brothers can die before I kill them or it would ruin everything. I have OCD, you know? Obsessive-Compulsive Desire to be the one who takes them down — no one can outdo me, not even death.” “Hmm. Makes sense,” Nesryn said with a shrug.