Obsession Falls の小説・ストーリー

Oliver says and we exchange a tender kiss. He is sincere and boosts my self-esteem, I followed the diet that the nutritionist suggested and every day I apply the cream to my stomach, I know that my body will not go back to what it was, but I am happy with the change, after all, I had four babies and that's not for everyone.

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

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

I roll my eyes at him and swerve him out of the way. He doesn't argue and watches me in silence as I leave. I bend and pick my purse and I only take two steps before my legs weaken and I fall to the floor. I groan when I see the proud smile on Orion 's face. Argh, I lose to him. "Are you going to take my help now, messy bun?" He raises a brow and my hand moved instinctively to my hair. Do I really look less presentable? Why do I even care?

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One of the maids scrambled for a phone. Isabelle moaned in pain, her face contorted. But even through her tears, even through her apparent agony, Elena saw it. Just for a split second. The tiniest flicker of satisfaction in Isabelle's eyes as she looked at Elena. Elena's knees buckled. The room spun. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. Isabelle had done this to herself. Had used Elena's own desperate plan against her. Had turned Elena's moment of leverage into the perfect frame.

• Love has space, obsession is only centered on one axis. "When a person is controlled by his desires, it's really more of an obsession," says Sassoon. That means, they will forget their previous life and turn to focus on you. Basically, you will be the center of their universe. But as Sassoon said, this wasn't healthy, nor was it love. "It's an obsession," he said. "If someone thinks about your every move, separates your words and actions, and constantly analyzes everything, this is neither normal nor healthy." In a healthy dynamic, you and your partner will be safe enough to dream on your own and get back together without any problems at all.

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?