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His Dangerous Obsession With Me
Romance Astraea Alora Hera aka Astraea Is the most valuable psychologist of L.M. Hospital she has it all from long black wavy hair a goddess voice and angelic face but not just that she's also a talented doctor and psychologist and no one can resist her charms.
but what if one day her path will cross with her childhood crush but now it's not the lovable, sweet and caring Zero that she liked before, it's the complete opposite he's now a complete psycho. She was assigned as his psychologist. the aggressive Zero Elton Seviller can only be tamed by Astraea Alora Hera. Her... Just her.
Will Alora be able to cure him?
Astraea POV
A few years ago I had an accident and lost my memory.
now I will work as a psychologist. 1 month ago I graduated from L.U and was assigned to this hospital. I'm just a beginner so I'm still adjusting. So far so good, my colleagues here are kind. I just got rid of my patient who was a victim of r*pe, calming her down and giving her advices, she is slowly getting better compared to when she first came here she was miserable and troubled now she is talking to me and other people here .
Today a new patient is coming. I wonder who it will be.
Anyway, I was about to go to my office when I heard someone break and scream so I immediately went to it, I saw a familiar person. Did we meet? But wait did he disappear? he was with a lot of guards with him and his hands were handcuffed. He kept looking like a criminal. He was still struggling. He has that intimidating but gorgeous face that every woman could d13 for.
I admit it, he's handsome. Doesn't it look like she's too attractive to be taken to a mental hospital? What did he do to bring it here?
He's tall, handsome, big built and deep voice exactly like my type-- what am I talking about?
"Leave me alone you bvllsh*its" He shouted and struggled. I just saw him here, he seems to be the new patient we are talking about coming here. That person is brave. It will definitely be difficult for the one who will be assigned to be his psychologist.
He's handsome and aggressive.
when he suddenly looked at me, our eyes met, his gaze was terrifying as if he had seen what he had been dreaming and looking for for a long time.
I just looked away and walked to my office because I had to talk to someone important. When I came to my office, I saw a woman, she was beautiful, white and looked like she was in her mid 20's, she stood up when she saw me.
"Are you Ms. Amanda Seviller?" He nodded and sat down where he was sitting earlier.
I sat in my swivel chair and started Kona "What do you mean?" I will ask.
"You... I mean you Ms. Hera." I was surprised by what he said.
"What do you mean?"
"I need you Ms. Hera, No... My brother needs you. Can you be his personal psychologist?" He begged for it.
"What are you saying, if I'm one of you, just look for someone else, there are many good ones out there, why am I still there?" It's weird because it's too much.
"As long as you have to do is take care of my brother, I will pay you big, big big. no matter how much you pay, how much do you want 500 thousand? 1 million? Name it. I heard that when you save money, you want to travel. Don't you want it? Your job will be simple, you should always be by your brother's side. Deal or no deal? Think carefully Ms. Hera." when he convinces me. I thought about it. Maybe he really loves his older brother, right?
"Fine...Deal. Who is your brother? What's he like?" I will ask. It's like we have an idea who will take care of me, right?
"Ah my brother? He's the one who just arrived earlier." I was shocked by what he said. Huh!?
"What?!" I screamed. Does he mean the one that disappeared earlier? What trouble did you get yourself into, Astraea?
Someone's POV
The guards escorted me to this fckg mental hospital because I'm crazy... crazy for her.
i saw a familiar figure from afar. Finally.
"Found you." I whispered to myself with a smirk.
How I miss her, She's still as gorgeous as ever.
I badly want to hug her but these useless bvllsh*t guards are stopping me. You have a day with me too.
"Arghh get off me you b@st*rds if I ever escape here I'll k*ll every one of you. Mark my words." Dating With That Basket ball Player
Romance "Allen, get over it. You can shoot with me later!" I screamed loudly.
It looked at me but quickly avoided it. I can still see him shaking his head.
I heard the laughter of the students I was with today in the Basketball gym. although that was shouted against my will, I could not do anything. My pocket depends on it for a week.
I didn't pay attention to the few people who were close to me who almost became flies in my ears.
I saw the grin of my female best friend, who was now sitting where the other players of our school's Basketball team were sitting.
She can sit there because she is the girlfriend of Jackson, who is the Captain of our team who is a friend of 'Ace' Allen.
I could see him from where I was sitting because our team was on the other side. Here I sit in the part where our team's opponent is.
'It's like looking at my damn best friend.'
I was stunned when the referee blew his whistle. I didn't realize that I had been staring at my best friend for so long and was no longer focused on the game.
"THREE POINTS FOR GOMEZ!" the Announcer shouted.
A loud scream erupted inside the gym. I looked at the score board for a moment. 78-54. Only our team.
"WHOO! YOU ARE GOOD MY BABY. YOU'LL GIVE ME THREE KISSES LATER TOO!"
Another shame came out of my mouth. I looked at my good best friend, who almost fell out of his seat because of laughter.
I noticed Allen glancing at me but he also quickly returned his gaze to the person watching over him when our eyes met.
The ball was theirs again, in an instant he grabbed it. Awesome!
It dribbles the ball. I saw a small smile on his lips.
Don't get excited. Just dare.'
I glanced at the paper I was holding. Everything I'm going to shout when Allen shoots is written here.
"THREE POINTS FOR GOMEZ!"
'L*nghiy* why is it coming from?!'
I blew out air before shouting what was written on the paper.
"LET'S GO, BABY. THREE ROUNDS LATER."
The basketball gym roared with laughter from the students. My good best friend also fell off the chair. Jackson gave him a worried look, but my good friend didn't seem to mind and returned to his seat. The suppression of laughter is still evident here.
'I wish you would fart!'
I never thought that an introvert like me could do this just for money. Kelly is holding my money that I have saved from working part-time jobs.
He forcibly took my money from me and threatened that if I didn't do his dare, it would rot in his hands.
Kelly is rich, so I know he won't touch it because it's just a coin to him. Also, even though that girl likes to tease me, she is not that kind of person.
He said he just wants me to have a love life because I'm getting old. Even though I'm only 17. mom even lets me play.
He also said he wanted Allen for him because he said he had no girlfriend since birth. Even the lips are said to be fresh.
'L*nghh girl. How rude!'
The referee whistled to signal a short time out. I glanced at the score board again. we are still alone and only four minutes left.
It looks like another win again for the school basketball team. I wish!
'My Baby can do that, I mean Allen.'
The referee blew his whistle again. The players of both teams went to the middle of the court at the same time. The opponent has the ball.
I stared hard and barely blinked at what Allen was watching. Mud! His big man, I mean his body is so wide that it's like he's not in high school.
They are the same height as Allen but his body is really different. Allen isn't thin, his body is just right and he's wide, but not as wide as the person he's guarding.
'It's like the body of the bouncer is double the body of the person he's guarding.'
I gasped when it hit Allen's shoulder, but Allen didn't even fall even though I knew it was too strong.
I don't know if the man could have done that because the referee didn't kick him. And I don't even know anything about the game of basketball.
the man couldn't get away from Allen no matter what he did so he was caught because he held the ball for so long.
His eyes were sharp and angry looking at Allen. I felt nervous when his angry eyes landed on me. I pinched my left leg because of fear.
My eyes moved around as if looking for something. It stopped right in the eyes of Allen who was also looking at me now. My eyes narrowed when he mouthed 'I'll protect you' which messed up my brain.
'Why would he do that for me?'
I looked away from it and it landed on my best friend who now had a big smile on his lips.
'Another weird one!'
The game resumed, and as expected, our basketball team won.
I was about to leave because I was too embarrassed but the mic made a noise that hurt the ears of the students present.
My eyes searched for Kelly, she was in the middle and she was holding the mic. He looked at me with a smile on his lips.
'Mud! what nonsense is he going to do again?!'
"May I have your attention, please?" he began. "That girl." This taught me that the students immediately turned to my place.
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