Novel & Cerita A Fatal Obsession

“Because that crazy fucker with mental issues will kill himself first. I mean, you were the one keeping him sane after all. It is not a secret everyone in that cursed place knows it. But you chose to make your eyes blind. You all are pathetic, really. It is a wonder that you managed to kill me, but I guess you took me by surprise.” He said cackling, and I began gasping for breath as the walls closed on me and my vision turned black. I held my chest tightly as I struggled to breathe. No, this can’t be right. Michael is stronger than this. He will never kill himself as long as I was here alive, at least. He will always wait for me. “Right, he even visits you every day and tells you how much he

Fantasizing about fucking every inch of her, stretching her tight little holes, making her take my cock while she moaned my name like a prayer. Oh yeah. This was fucking dangerous. My jaw tightened. Fucking hell. She was an addiction, a drug-like obsession. And I have never been the type to get addicted to anything. Never been the type to care about anything. I didn’t care about her… not really. But I wanted her. And every time I saw her, that craving only fucking grew. There are two things you do with an unhealthy obsession: You either kill it or stay the hell away until it fades.

“Let’s just work on the project. Romeo and Juliet, right?” He groaned. “God, not that one. Can we pick anything else? Wuthering Heights, maybe? Something where they destroy each other with passion and rage instead of poison and teenage melodrama.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re oddly poetic for a guy who looks like he doesn’t believe in love.” He leaned closer, the grin gone. “I don’t. But I believe in obsession.” Something in my stomach twisted. Dangerous. That’s what he was. All warning signs, and I was already ignoring them.

But they don’t know my past or the twisted things I was taught for years. I spent half my life being brainwashed into believing I was born in sin, possessed by the devil. Even though I don’t believe those lies anymore, that voice still whispers that I’m doing something wrong. Clarice says it’s normal and that I’ll eventually silence it. But for now, it makes me panic at the thought of crossing any moral line. That’s why I’m so obsessed with being “good.” They’ll never fully understand. So I stay quiet. We finally reach the mall parking lot, and a wave of excitement pushes away my worries. I desperately need new clothes—my online orders still haven’t arrived—and it’s been years since I’ve bee

Her eyes never left Tyris', her gaze pleading for belief. My vision blurred as I stretched out a shaky hand, pleading for help. "Tyris, please... the poison... it's killing me." My words were barely audible, my throat closing up, cutting off my air supply. My stomach churned, my body trembling as I fought to stay conscious. Tyris attempted to move forward, but Ivy gripped his back and restrained him, her voice cold and unforgiving. "Let her die. We must not suffer a murderer to live."

"Frank! Don't think I'm some pushover. I told you—if you try again, I'll kick you!" Her warning wasn't even finished when Frank stumbled backward from the force of her push. Her heart lurched—he was about to fall straight down the stairwell. "Frank!" She reached out, fingertips brushing his—then missed. As he toppled down, his voice rang out, heavy and chilling: "Mona, even if you want me dead, I'll never let you go." It wasn't love anymore. It was an obsession etched so deep into his soul that even death couldn't pry him away.

“But seeing what that woman did to my fiancé broke something in me. She knew he was engaged. She didn’t care. She chased him anyway.” My hand started to shake. “Some people don’t understand boundaries,” Cassandra continued. “They mistake obsession for love. And when that happens, everyone around them gets destroyed.” Maya came back in time to see my expression. “What is it?” “She did another interview,” I said, my voice flat. “She’s calling me obsessed. Like I hunted him.” Maya’s jaw clenched. “That snake.” “It’s working,” I whispered. “People are believing her. Look at this.”

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."

Cillian asked and Emily's body seems to froze and she looked like she realized something horrible making Cillian to chuckle. He has seen alot of female's that was degraded to mental instability because their obsession has turned to something else and they are ready to kill anyone just to get together with the person they are obsessed with, he has being a victim of this situation for uncountable times, alot of girls who developed their obsession to a 'mental thinking' that he was meant to be their, that he was a gift from God to them so they should 'possess their possesion' he chuckled again at that.

"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