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SinnerI wanted to try writing in third POV.....what do you think which is better. First or third POV
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HIS BROKEN OBSESSION DIRTY LITTLE WHORE
Marianne The sensational direct hand massage by Ezekiel’s palm got me humming under the heat of my breath while I put up a hard expression because it would be scandalous and disgusting of me to actually like the sin he was about to commit in my body after being a witness to him being pleasure by another woman who had rode on the same crock. I shuddering piped out my mouth, as Ezekiel took his own sweet time in messing up my senses to his will and gain. I heard him chortle. “Words Marianne.” He fondly reminded me, snapping my thought to concentrate on him as it was absolutely necessary for him to get my attention instead of me dripping in his hands play. My throat dried up, parched seemly knowing that he wasn’t going to back off until I fumbled a reply that suit his taste. I breathe, almost sighing, that my voice came rasps upon Ezekiel, adding slight pressure and he was literally squeezing my hip bones. “You know that I didn’t mean it that way and you should stop putting word
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION HEAR HIM BEGGING
Marianne The cold air hitting my bottom hard, that I sucked my breath just feeling his manly palms touch and rub my butt. Wasn’t he done, or won’t he stop until I successfully faint under his ministration? “Should I spank you Marianne?” He dripped his voice out and I didn’t know what to say about his suggestion. Although he had spanked me once that night but it was due to the fact that I was under punishment. Today, I would take all the pleasure he had to offer. For once today, I wanted to drown in the godliness of this man behind me that brought sinful thoughts and whisper in the tip of my ears. I shut my eyes, shuddering at the pleasing sensation, and Ezekiel pitched closer to rest his bulging manhood that poked out from his trousers against my butt, and a low hum echoed from my wet lips. For the next one week, I would do whatever my heart desires because who knows what would happen after this. Like one of those whores that he fucked, I was not able to escape from this de
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION HIDDEN LOVE
Marianne My eyebrows crinkled, eye staring at Ezekiel he kept dragging his heavy breathing as he huffed for air. I became puzzled with confusion, not knowing what to do, and I questioned. “What happened, and why are you in such a state?” I drafted my eyes to the medicine bottle, and I strongly peeled his hands off from it to look at the name. Panic disorder medication. P-panic disorder? I stared at the bottle, then slowly tearing my eyes off the man. He was muttering something under his breath, which didn’t reach my ears. Ezekiel had panic disorder? A man like him that was calm and cold and seemed not to give a damn about this world was actually suffering from something like that. Hearing his breath getting loud and out of control as he was trembling, I snapped out of my thoughts. In haste, I was about to stand up, but Ezekiel’s hot hands grabbed the hem of my dress. He whispered, his voice cracking at the edge. “Pl-please don’t leave, don’t leave me alone.” He sounded like a
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION STAINED RELATIONSHIP
Ezekiel Marianne uneasily twisted the sheets around her body, her eyelashes lowered, daring not to trap her gaze on my piercing dark ones. The love bite, crumbled sheets and the girl who seemed unwilling to start up a conversation with me. I racked my fingers through my hair and sighed out deeply, dragging my breath. Not wanting to get things more complicated than they were, I watched her making her way out, her tiny frame disappearing from my sight. My continuous sights echoed in the room and I stood up in my full glory, naked. While walking to the bathroom, I absentmindedly turned on the showerhead, feeling the clash of water against my skin. In a fit of frustration, I impulsively punched the marble wall. However, one punch didn't seem to be enough, so I continued to fist the wall repeatedly until blood began to flow down its surface. My bones cracked, and it followed by the concentrated pain which boomed from my fist, but it barely registered to me. I combed my hair with both
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION A STEP INTO REALITY
Marianne. When I saw the blood quickly staining his blue shirt, panic instantly overwhelmed me, causing me to tear my eyes away from his wound and call out his name, with my voice trembling in sync with my fear. “Ezekiel.” My hands pressed hard against the firmest of his chest and to my expectations, the man didn’t reply as his breathing only got heavy. “Mar- Marianne.” He mumbled, and I held unto him, seeing that he was choking, unable to grasp on his breath, dragging the air badly and I looked over the window to see that the shooters had retreated, leaving the car in a terrible condition. “Alex! His bleeding badly. We need to take him to a hospital.” I screamed, managing the injured man in my hands, and I heard Ezekiel's voice that brought my teary eyes back to him. “Marianne…. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I don’t think I can make it.” I watched his eyes swaying and in frustration, I yelled back at Alex. “Start the damn car!” His warm liquid reached my hands, and I shoo
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION TRUTH IN LIME LIGHT
Marianne’s face folded with horribleness, her fingers trembling as she felt her heart arching. She stared at the woman again and subconsciously swallowed. Bella, who had no clue why Marianne appeared pale, gently reached out for Marianne's fingers, covering them with her own, and proceeded to ask her with a delicate frown, slowly. “Are…you.” Suddenly Marianne spurred up, forcing the woman’s voice to halt, her eyes finding Marianne. Marianne, in a state of panic, swiftly approached Bella and hastily took back the plastic bag, expressing her apologies. She then abruptly turned and stormed away from the woman. Marianne's fear was evident as her face radiated with terror, causing her to lose concentration. Overwhelmed, she leaned against the wall, clutching her chest, while beads of sweat trickled down her skin. The air around her seemed to intensify the heat, creating a stifling sensation within her body. Marianne extended her arm towards the water dispenser, grasping for it, and t
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION FEAR OF A MOTHER
Or that he killed his sister. The words echoed in Marianne’s head repeatedly that she could swear that her mind was trying hard to digest what the woman said. She was his mother. Marianne became puzzled as to why she would say something like that. It is true that she is aware of Ezekiel's capability to end someone's life, but to kill his own sister... She paused her thoughts when a familiar scene played in her eyes. And then came a taunting voice. You saw what he did to his own biological father, so what difference does it make between a father and sister? Mrs. Quinn’s lips materialized a dirty grin smirk, “He killed her, his soil his hands with her blood and his doing the same with his father, what kind of psychopath refuses to allow his father undergo a surgery that would save his life.” Ezekiel, the name chanted in her head. In a sudden gesture, Mrs. Quinns reached out and gently grasped Marianne's hands, causing the startled girl to look at her with a mix of wariness and long
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION REFLECTING PAINS AND ANGER
Marianne smiled through her tears. The plain white lie lightened the woman’s heart, and it was enough to see. “Really, he let you go. Oh thank the heavens, I can’t begin to imagine what you might have passed through in his hands.” Her words were only the shred of what Marianne had gone through. She held her mother’s hands, trying her best to maintain the smile that threatened to fall from her trembling lips. “Everything is fine now. It’s all behind us, and let’s look at the days ahead.” Marianne looked around the place before looking back at her to ask. “Where Erin? Is she not home?” Eveline sniffed. “She went out with her friends. Why don’t you go up and refresh yourself? Your room is the second one to the right.” Marianne flickered the switch, and the room glowed up, her eyes recklessly scanned the room, looking at things here and there, even though the place was completely different it still held a little familiarity, her things were properly arranged and she felt like tear
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