Yes It's Me The Obsessive Side Top Mga Nobela at Kwento

I have to escape his madness or else I'll lose myself in his obsession. .............................. what do you think about Sebastian?. comment please.

OF: Also, if it is any consolation, Mob boss Ash, you are attractive to me Ash: Am I? OF: Yes, no one would deny that Ash: I would OF: Because you're an idiot SL: Is boss your type? OF: How so? Ash: This is invasive, stop OF: No, he is not my type Ash: I see

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We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

'''' ''''I don't know. '''Okay, Call me then. If you want this to work call me.''''

She was holding the headboard while putting her ass on display while twerking. Vishal heaved another sigh. He knew he hadn't gotten enough of her. He kept watching the surveillance video and after a while,he brought out his phone. He scrolled through it before dialling a number and placing it against his ear. "Hello sir." The voice on the other end of the line sounded weak and had a sort of reverence to it. "Hey. I want you to remain in that position you are now. I want to get into the room and meet you like that." He ordered on the phone and dropped the call.

“Ah, yes. May I see the designs, Miss Kim?” Ansel repeated his request. His eyes which were almost pretty dark and gave a mysterious impression had never turned away from Qeiza’s damn pretty face. “Of course, here you are,” replied Qeiza, handing the tube contained the designs she’s still holding. Ansel gulped. The small red lips really looked so tempting every time they moved producing the words. Even, her voice sounded pretty sexy in his ears. For a few minutes, Ansel focused his attention on the designs in front of his eyes in order to get rid of strange delusions that entered his mind.

In fire. In something that challenges her. Breaks her. Remakes her. And I’m going to be the one who does it. Whether she wants me to or not. Because obsession? It doesn’t ask permission. It takes. And I’m done waiting. "Get me her class log in school. I'm done waiting."

“Are you shitting me?” This was what I got for obsessing over a girl who had always been out of reach. Still, I wasn’t done. I yanked my shirt off, flexed just enough to make my abs look defined, and positioned my phone. Gray sweats, band of my boxers showing, bulge prominent. Perfect. Dex: [photo] Dex: are you sure you want to miss out on this? Dex: ik your pretty p Part Two “How do you want me to use you, Dylan?”