A Dangerous Obsession Novels & Stories

I can't stop the words from whining out of my mouth. "I just want my freedom, just let me go, Dimitri, I have nothing to give you," I said nervously and the entire demeanour change at my statement, his eyes grow darker red than I've ever seen. Instantly, his hand went around my already damaged throat, instantly cutting off my air supply. I immediately reach for his strong hands, trying to pry them away, but can't. I can ever feel the pressure of my bones threatening to crack underneath his hands. He doesn't say a word. Only glares at me and my soul as if he's reading me like an open book while watching me fight for my life. A small creeps onto his lips as he watches, and something flashes in

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

Three years of no friends, three years of only Noah throwing insults at me. Jess frowns as she looks at me—again. Digging up some of my old flair, I paste on a big smile, catch the arm of a passing waitress, and order a round of drinks for the table: a shot of tequila for me, prosecco for Madame President, and a Guinness for Connor. The other guys decline my offer. Maybe they’re still wary of me, but I barely notice. My senses are heightened and taut, tight as a wire as I try to keep one eye on the door and one on my friends, hoping I look casual and not anxious.

Was she going to be a dangerous threat. Or the most dangerous kind of temptation. Because I knew I had an obsessive compulsive personality. Once I sink my claws in I wouldn’t let go until I know everything about Elena Moretti and what exactly made her tick...

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

She felt like she was walking a dangerous line, a precipice with no safety net, teetering between desire and reason. The office lights cast long shadows across the room, painting the space in a warm, golden glow. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only them—their unspoken tension, the magnetic pull between them, the dangerous, thrilling temptation that neither could resist. And in that suspended moment, Lena realized something terrifying and exhilarating: once you give in to temptation, there is no turning back. With Alex, she had already crossed the invisible threshold, and the consequences—whatever they might be—were inevitable.

his lip curled "has poisoned everything." He stood up abruptly and began pacing again, mumbling under his breath. I can’t catch all of it, but I hear fragments, words like "mine," 'perfect," "meant to be," "fix this." My throat tightened. This wasn't love, this was obsession, a dangerous obsession that anyone should have avoided but here I was, drowning in it, hands tied. "Thomas." I try again, softer this time. "Look at me." He stops pacing. Slowly, he turned.

Her lips met Allie’s, causing the entire world to shift on its axis. It was far from a hesitant or exploratory kiss. Instead, it was profound and self-assured, an act of possession. Allie’s anxieties dissolved completely, overtaken by an overwhelming wave of raw desire. She returned the kiss with equal passion, her hands rising to weave through Casey’s hair. She could perceive the gentle, moist sounds of their lips connecting, could detect Casey’s recognizable perfume intertwined with a fresh element, something indicative of arousal. From the edge of her vision, she noticed Chris settling into a chair in the corner, his eyes darkened by longing as he observed them intently, his hand already

“I watch you sleep and my chest aches with how much I need you breathing beside me. I’d burn the world down just to keep you safe. I’d kill a thousand times over if it meant waking up to your eyes on me.” “You’re not my captive, babygirl….. you’re my reason for existing. My wife. My everything. Please… let me show you how deep this goes. I’m obsessed, yes. Madly, dangerously so. But it’s love. Twisted, dark, all-consuming love that would destroy me if you left.” Tears stung my eyes. My heart raced so hard I felt dizzy. Part of me- the foolish, aching part wanted to give him that chance. To believe the sweet vulnerability in his voice, to let his obsession wrap around me like a dangerous embr

“No. We deal with him together.” Alex looked at him. For a moment neither man spoke. The air between them felt tight, full of history and distrust and the unspoken fact that neither of them fully trusted the other with Rayn or with Leo. Then Alex gave a faint, cold smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Fine.” He tapped the table twice with two fingers. “But remember something.” His gaze moved between Ethan and Rayn, holding each of them in turn. “ Andrew is a physcopath one mistake, Leo might get hurt"