A Fatal Obsession Novels & Stories

He wasn’t punishing her for Isabella’s choices; he was seeing Isabella in her, and he wanted to recapture that lost connection, to possess the living embodiment of his deepest regret. He wanted to mold her into his partner, his weapon, his queen. The words from the outline she’d only just glimpsed in her own mind when planning the novel now resonated with terrifying clarity. He wasn't just breaking her; he was remaking her. And the profound, unsettling realization settled over Amara: Dante Moretti’s obsession, born of a past he couldn't let go of, was now deepening, dangerously unstable, and irrevocably focused on her. She was not just a pawn in a game; she was the central piece, the one he

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

It ruins the landscape. In fact, no, why put me down in this mishap? Why should I still feel guilty for asking you to erase what connects us? You told me that the two of us " would be forever." I now remain deaf to this form of blackmail. Yes, that's blackmail, Paul. What the hell did you imagine? That you could continue to own my body and soul until the end of time? You are very selfish, let me tell you. Are you only aware of my own desires? No, I am correcting myself—my absence of lust. When you approach me, I see myself as a little girl on a merry-go-round. My mother insisted, but I would die of vertigo. Your triple-digit perfumes can get sniffed through other nostrils.

Chapter one Aphrodite I watched the clock, willing the minutes to tick by. I just wanted to get out of this office, go home, and collapse onto my bed. The day's work had left me feeling drained, and I was just counting the minutes until I could leave. As I waited, I glanced around my office, not really paying attention to anything in particular. My gaze landed on a painting that had been placed there by the company. It depicted an eagle, gazing sorrowfully at a fish in the water. The fish looked sadly back at the eagle.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

She continued unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing against his chest. "Why is it always black?" Hazel asked in a soft tone as she slowly touched Francisco's hard chest after pulling his shirt down. Francisco's breath was heavy. He slowly pulled Hazel closer. "Black means obsession." "And you are my obsession, honey." Their gazes locked onto each other. "Obsession is not good," Hazel said as she slowly moved closer to his face. Francisco also lowered his head. "What is good or what's not, I will decide, honey. Everything I have for you is justified."

Poor thing didn't know what it was to be destroyed by someone who didn't know how to love without setting everything around him on !re. Johnny would ruin her. He ruined everyone eventually. It was in his blood, a 14 | S.J LANE dark inheritance he couldn't escape. A storm always brewing beneath the surface, waiting for the chance to erupt. Layla's chest !lled with a wild, sharp rage, hot and blinding. She'd survived men like him, even thrived on them, learned to take pain and wear it like perfume, a badge of honor in this godforsaken town. She knew the game, the rules, the dance of desire and destruc-tion. But if Alli thought she could tame

Any f**king thing. No girl can humiliate him and then go scot-free.

Jade says to me. “I thought Tonya was pulling all of the strings,” I say to her. “Tonya probably thinks so too, but I am telling you that girl becomes obsessed with a man, and then he just disappears when he tries to break it off with her,” Jade says. “You mean like dead, I could have ended up dead?” I ask her. “Yeah, you could have ended up dead. She may kill Tonya before this is over if she feels betrayed,” Jade says. “This is all a little too much,” I say to her.

One of them wouldn't have made me His Obsession and the other wouldn't have wanted to own me, come what may. Maybe I would have been alive, living as happy as my family made me. Why did I die? It's because I couldn't leave without one of them, but the one I want, didn't really want me as much and it killed me, it took away my very soul. I will stop scaring you now so that you will be patient enough to read this story, my story. So please, stay around because I will want you to tell me in the end if I was wrong or right.