A Dangerous Obsession Novels & Stories

Pretty lies instead of the ugly truth staring them in the face. Cole tilts his head, studying the painting again. Something shifts in his expression—curiosity mixed with something darker. "So what do you see?" My jaw flexes. Heat crawls up my spine just thinking about it. "Obsession," I say. "That sick, beautiful addiction where you'd rather suffocate than let go. They're smiling while the ropes cut deeper. That's not love—that's needing someone so fucking bad you don't care if it destroys you both."

She turned her attention back to the handsome man she'd been talking to, who was now leaning in close to her, clearly enamored. I settled onto the stool nearest to me, sipping the drink slowly. The lime and rum flavors mixed together, creating a sharp, refreshing taste. The music was pumping through my veins, and my body began to sway to the beat. All around me, people were dancing, kissing, and grinding against each other. It was a dizzying scene, filled with energy and passion. I felt a strange sense of exhilaration, watching the room spin with life.

“I thought I was going to go crazy. I thought the world was about to end for me. I couldn't move on, so I stalked you, watched you from afar. That night, I followed you from Richard’s house down to the bar. I wasn't supposed to show myself then. I was supposed to wait until after the divorce, but seeing you drown yourself in alcohol, I just couldn't sit back and watch.” I listened to him with all my attention because these were things I never thought I would hear him say. Me rejecting him? Him not moving on? Stalking me? It felt like my brain was going to explode from all the information that has been dumped on me. “But I see it now.” He went down on his knees to wash my legs, and my breath

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

I couldn't bear to put his life or anyone else's in jeopardy. Still lost in my thoughts, Daren called out again. This time, his hands cradled my jaw, and we settled back onto the barstools. I found solace in the warm embrace of his touch. For the first time in a while, a sense of calm settled over me. "Yes, perhaps I should confide in him. Daren might be my lifeline out of this maelstrom of madness, a way to keep my father and brother safe," I mused inwardly, oblivious to the fact that Marco's true concern wasn't my father's debt.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

But it also means I genuinely don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore because attraction is one thing but obsession is another. And Bryan? Bryan feels dangerously close to crossing into territory that should probably come with legal paperwork. I mean is the orgasm even worth the risk of ending up like Beck? Jesus Christ! Now I’m spiraling so badly I’m comparing my real life situationship to serial killer television shows. I really need help don’t i! I mean I met this man just two days ago. But the bigger question remains: Is Bryan actually dangerous? Or is he just a man with obsessive tendencies and absolutely no boundaries?

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

This wasn’t harmless. This was something else. Something sharper. Something dangerous. Because from that first glance, I realized I didn’t just like noticing him. I didn’t just enjoy it. I craved it. And no matter how much I tried to fight it, no matter how much I told myself I was being foolish, I couldn’t let go. I was obsessed.

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.