A Fatal Obsession Novels & Stories

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

"For the fun of it, Elena. I took you for the thrill. Your feistiness left an impression on me. Making your life miserable and witnessing you grovel before me is one of the few ways I'll feel fulfilled." Disbelief widened my eyes, leaving my jaws ajar. "Why would you do that? Why make my life miserable? Surely, slapping you is not reason enough for that," I stammered. "I told you, Elena, for the fun of it. Watching you flaunt your wings annoyed me. I love breaking women like you, Elena, and I'll relish in clipping your wings. What better way to make you feel defeat than by hopelessly making you mine? How does it feel being bound to the man you hate?" He asked maniacally, a crooked smile etch

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

"You know what? This is bull shit. I don't know what possessed you to abduct a woman, especially one as talented and decent as Serena, but you can keep your reasons to yourself. I will give you one piece of advice, whether you want to hear it or not. She's a special lady and she doesn't deserve some psychopath taking her to God knows where. You forget, I know what these kind of fuckers do to women. Kingpins, Saudi princes, ex cops. They're all the same in their sadistic needs." "And you honestly think we're any different?" "Wow. That chip you're wearing is like a noose around your neck, Florian. Whoever you're working for is sick and demented. Breaking her down. He means breaking her spirit,

"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.

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."

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?