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

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?”

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She daydreamed and lost focus when CEO Eddie invited her to talk. "Miss." Zayn's voice broke Amanda's reverie. "Yes." "Can I talk to you?" "We're talking." "I meant to ask about something more private." Zayn glanced at her through the overhead mirror. "Just tell me." "Why is Mr. Oriaga so obsessed with you?" "Obsession?" Amanda tried to find an answer in her head. "I think he's just annoyed with me. It's a little strange for him to be obsessed. Did he say anything?"

You’re going to regret it if you let those billionaires slip through your fingers! [The side character is just a bimbo. Her looks are the only thing she has going for her. She thinks she’s making a killing, but the three guys are the main characters. They are worth way more. Just wait until she realizes what she lost!] [Can’t wait for our baby girl to bag all three of them and come back to humiliate the side character.] Cassie stared at the virtual screen with a deluded smile as if the fantasy was within reach.

I follow soon after, burying myself as deep as possible, marking her from the inside while whispering dark, filthy truths against her ear. Afterward, we lie tangled on her narrow bed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. The diamond ring still sits on the desk like an accusation. Mirella turns her head to look at me. Her voice is quieter now, but no less stubborn. “You’re going to get us both killed one day with this obsession.” I stroke her hair, fingers possessive even in the aftermath. “I’ll kill everyone else first.” She huffs a tired laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“So, how is it? I mean, you guys hated each other for years. Is it weird? Is he like, super sweet?” I couldn’t help but grin, suddenly feeling carefree. “No, he’s not sweet at all. He’s exactly the opposite. He’s dominant, kind of aggressive, and totally possessive. It’s like all that tension from years of pretending to hate each other just exploded. It’s wild, guys. It’s... the most real, intense thing that has ever happened to me.” “So, the sex is good?” Maya asked, leaning in again, her eyes wide with curiosity.

The gun never leaves my skin, trailing down my thigh before pressing between my legs, the barrel nudging against the damp heat of my pussy through the robe. “If I didn’t like you,” he murmurs, his voice rough, “I wouldn’t be watching you from my phone, jacking off to the videos I take of you in the shower.” His free hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, almost black, burning with something feral. “I wouldn’t be distancing myself from you, trying to get a grip on myself.” His lips twist. “But I can’t, baby. I’m obsessed with you. And I hate that.”

Something softer. Something dangerously gentle. “Handsome, right?” he said suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “Look at me,” he added casually. “Forget him.” My lips parted slightly. “…Are you seriously trying to compete with my ex?” He leaned closer. “Not compete,” he said. “Replace.” My heart skipped. “You’re insane,” I muttered, shaking my head. But I still looked at him. And that was the problem. He noticed everything. “That’s better,” he said. “Keep looking at me.”