A Dangerous Obsession Movie Novels & Stories

“I’m sure this isn’t just care. You didn’t come to a club to babysit a pretty lady.” “I see we’re on the same page,” he said, leaning closer. His voice was calm. But there was a dangerous edge to it — like he was used to getting what he wanted. He placed his hands on my lap, straight to my waist and drew me to himself, and said, “Come, let me show you.”

“He will. Because men like Damien don’t love — they consume.” She swallowed hard. “And you’re different?” “Yes.” She laughed — a tiny, disbelieving sound. “I don’t even know you.” “You should.” My voice dropped lower. “You really should.” She stepped back again, but I grabbed her wrist — gently, not enough to alarm anyone watching, but firmly enough to keep her attention. “Listen to me,” I said. “Damien is spiraling. His obsession is turning into something dangerous. He won’t let you breathe without choking on his shadow.”

Karma had come back to bite my ass and there was nothing tangible I could do about it. I'd stared in shock seeing the face of the target. Then memories had rushed into my mind once again, just like they'd done the day I'd walked into the hallowed halls of the courtroom to a deposition on another case. My latest undercover operation had taken down a significant portion of Santana Dioletti's organization, curtailing hundreds of thousands of dollars, but that was a drop in the bucket in comparison to his grand master plan. Still, the head of the most dangerous Mafioso family in the United States was being ripped apart in every direction. Whether or not he received prison time was the least of h

He saw Selina standing in front of the opened wardrobe. “What’s wrong?” He asked with worry written all over his face. “L….look.” Selina stuttered as she pointed at the wardrobe shakily. Damian’s heart almost stopped when he saw the time bomb in the wardrobe. It was counting down already and they had just two minutes before it goes off. “It’s going to explode. We need to leave now.” Grey said when he saw the bomb. Damian grabbed Selina’s hands and pulled her with him out of the penthouse while Grey trailed closely behind them. They entered into the elevator and pressed the button for the down floor.

So, he named it obsession. If it’s temporary, then let it be. He didn’t care. Killian slowly brushed the strands of hair away from her face. His fingers grazed her smooth fair skin. His eyes drifted down to her lips. Is it lust? If it was lust, he should have been satisfied by now. He’d fucked her thrice already. So why does he feel like he can’t get enough of her? Why did he feel like he wasn’t ready to let her go? He didn’t want to think about it. He thought his obsession would fade after claiming her but no, it didn’t. Instead, it had started clawing at his mind. And he knew it was dangerous.

Tonight, it pressed down on me, claustrophobic and tight, as if the entire metropolis were holding its breath just for me. I thought of Kiara, the first woman I ever loved, who taught me that desire and betrayal could wear the same face. Fire and temptation, thrill and recklessness. She made every moment feel alive and dangerous. But I had learned early: beauty without boundaries could be a weapon, and obsession could turn lethal. I had seen it once and almost lost everything. I would not make that mistake again. Her name rolled through my mind like a stone in a pocket, impossible to ignore. Marcus’s call had not helped. She had been at Isabella’s building, subtle yet blatant enough to make

"W-What?" The man’s eyes widened in horror. "Boss, please—!" Rueben didn’t blink. "Now." Before I could process it, a blade flashed. A sickening thud followed. Warm blood splattered onto my feet, followed by the man’s head. I didn’t scream. I couldn’t. My body refused to move, my mind struggling to catch up with the horror in front of me. He’s insane. A complete psychopath. He finally smiled, looking at me like I had just passed some twisted test.

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

Amazing actually. See that tree is a specific tree. No one can climb it from there first try. Her feet didn't slide accidentally it was on purpose, we have done that. It's a test we came up. No one, and I mean no one has ever been able to climb it from the first time. The only people who have been able to climb the tree is us. Me and the other six. Who are. Me, Pam, Chloe, Jade, Hunter, James and Freddy. We are the upper part of the mafia. I may be the boss but we all work together. Anna was right. We are like a family.