A Fatal Obsession Novels & Stories

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

Sarah said and Emma nodded. "I know Sarah but I can't fall into the risk of getting pregnant especially by him! No way Sarah. Don't worry everything's going to be fine. I just want him to set his eyes on someone else and then he might forget me" Emma could only hope but she was clearly wrong as she was his passion. His obsession. His drug and his will to live. Without her in his life, Damien wouldn't be able to bear it and might hurt everyone around him.

He wanted something new, something extraordinary; Something to torture me the more, something that would make me yield, but no matter how much he searched his mind, he just couldn't come up with the torture he wanted. I felt kind of relieved at his unsuccessful search, but I was rejoicing too soon. All the feeling of relief had suddenly vanished the instant Mrs Kardashian walked inside the room. It almost seemed as if fate was against me. Nothing ever went my way, and as much as I hated living this way, I had accepted my reality. This was life for me and no matter how much I might try to deny it, there was no escaping reality. Mrs Kardashian's face folded with disgust the instant her eyes fo

As his anger boiled, he forgot everything else, every other thing that matters as the only thoughts In his mind were. Kill that b@astard!! It was so surreal as West watched her knight in dark and scary amor... Lincoln was so tall in the small room, his eyes had deepened a lot as he stood coldly... Like a god, in slow motion, he raised his foot and took a step towards Shawn, every step he took... Doom speaks! He didn't look West's way as to him, his mind had captured Shawn and he wouldn't be able to rest if he didn't finish him....

Isabella had started as a tool, as leverage, as a way to gather intelligence and hurt Dimitri. But somewhere along the way, she'd become something else. She'd become an obsession. And obsessions were dangerous. Obsessions made men make mistakes. Obsessions got people killed. Luca had seen it before. Dante had been fixated on revenge against Dimitri since Salvatore died. But this thing with Isabella, this was different. This was something that was taking root deep in Dante's psyche. If Luca wasn't careful, if he didn't manage this properly, the obsession with Isabella was going to be what destroyed Dante.

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

His aura surged like a storm ready to break. ​“And even if it means killing that bastard to get you…” ​His eyes glowed. ​“I will make sure he goes down.” ​My heart thudded violently in my chest. ​This was not protection. It was not possession. It was obsession. ​And it almost felt unreal that he was obsessed with me. Me. The one destined to ruin him. The one meant to destroy his life. ​I opened my mouth to speak, but the words dissolved as he took another step toward me, heat rolling off him.

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

He looked at me, and his eyes looked downcast for a second before returning to being cold. “Is she obsessed with you?” I asked. He shook his head and tried to touch me. I stepped away, and he spoke. “No, Alessia. She's not obsessed with me.” “Then it's me,” I blurted. “Why does she want my children dead? What the hell is going on?” He rubbed a hand down his face like he could wipe the guilt off it. “It's complicated.” “Complicated?” I laughed bitterly. “She's out to kill us, and you say it's complicated. What the hell are you hiding?”