HIS OBSESSION

HIS OBSESSION

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"She thought of herself as a failure... But she was unaware that she was the unwanted OBSESSION for the DEVIL." Coming from Bangladesh, a conservative family, to Canada for her additional studies, Selina has always wanted to stay abroad far away from her family and start a new life with fresh memories and have peace. Tall, open hearted and creative minded, Selina Khan wanted to be less stressed, have less drama, wanted to put on less fake smiles for the fake people and at last have less heart breaks. But she wasn't prepared for more drama which waited for her ahead. Tall, ambitious, clever, caveman, Nicholas Vetrove always had one aim in his life: collect the scums and finish them off. The world knew D'yavol but they didn't know he was D'yavol. They feared him because of his aggressive actions but she made him feel like he was the most greatest human being alive. But she never knew that she was now his next obsession, his addiction. She wasn't supposed to be his but he claimed her anyways. Unaware of Nicholas's real identity, what happens when Selina gets to know who Nicholas actually is? What will she do when she finds out D'yavol is him? Did she get herself into a devil's game? Will their story come to an end before it actually start working out? . . . . "No one... And I mean no one will ever touch you against your will while I'm alive. If anyone tries, I'll rip out their guts and feed them to the dogs. You have my word, Angel." . . . . "Angel, you have no idea what I want to do with you for looking so perfect." he growled against my ear. "What do you want to do?" I whispered. He pulled me more closer and replied, "YA khochu razrushit' tebya i sdelat' svoyey pryamo seychas." . . . . "I want something that belongs to me..." "The chain? Here, you can have-" I cut her off. "The person wearing it." . . . Enjoy!!
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𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

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