A Fatal Obsession 소설 & 이야기

She went all in. It was bold and dangerous. And the second she walked out with her friend, I felt the weight shift in the room. Every set of eyes burned with envy, with suspicion, with malice. My crew felt it too. “You sure about this, boss?” Dante asked, twirling the ring on his finger. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, grinning like he knew the chaos that was about to come. “Because that looked permanent.” “Permanent?” I scoffed, leaning back. “Don’t overthink it. I just need to shut some pussy up. That’s all.”

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

Said something about "It’s good to have a partner to spar with." So, what did that mean? That we were… friends? Oh, fuck. I never thought about having friends. It felt exhausting. And today, this so-called friend of mine wanted to hang out. Too bad today was also my first killing session. I grinned at the thought. I had already made a mental note to picture my father’s face as I delivered my first kill. The guy I was assigned to kill was a traitor. He worked for the enemy and was caught less than 24 hours after he joined.

Tonight, it pressed down on me, claustrophobic and tight, as if the entire metropolis were holding its breath just for me. I thought of Kiara, the first woman I ever loved, who taught me that desire and betrayal could wear the same face. Fire and temptation, thrill and recklessness. She made every moment feel alive and dangerous. But I had learned early: beauty without boundaries could be a weapon, and obsession could turn lethal. I had seen it once and almost lost everything. I would not make that mistake again. Her name rolled through my mind like a stone in a pocket, impossible to ignore. Marcus’s call had not helped. She had been at Isabella’s building, subtle yet blatant enough to make

Brianna perched on a server rack, bat across her lap like a scepter, red lipstick smeared from laughing, thighs rubbing under her jeans. Big Daddy Burrito loomed behind Layla, metal hand protective on her bare thigh, thumb tracing slow filthy circles, the heat from his chassis making her skin tingle, cock twitching under his panel like it wanted in on the fun. Layla crunched a kernel loud, salt on her lips, eyes locked on Rex and Milo—pants pooled at ankles, cocks half-hard from fear and secret want, the warehouse stinking of burnt circuits and fresh cum. “We’re the judges now” she said, voice lazy and venom-sweet. “No filming. Yet. Impress us—or we post your bisexual meme pages to your moms

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

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.