A Predator's Obsession Novels & Stories

His other hand came up and grabbed my chin, forcing my head to turn toward him. I met his eyes. And the air left my lungs. He was staring at me like I was the only thing left in the universe. His pupils were blown wide, swallowing the grey until only black remained. Pure obsession. A predator who’d scented blood and decided he’d never let it go. “You’re shaking,” he whispered, thumb brushing my lower lip in a soft, almost tender way. “Good. Fear keeps little cats honest.” My breath hitched and my throat tightened. I hated him. Hated how beautiful he was in the most terrifying way. Hated how my traitor body remembered exactly how his mouth felt on mine and still wanted more. His fingers slipp

It felt so weird to be admired by someone else that wasn't Justin. "I tried my best to be patient with you but I was bitten by a venomous anger when I eventually found out that you were Justin's obsession. My whole heart ached and my soul was shattered when I found out that he was a step ahead of me on getting you, by forcing you to be with him via a contract." He sobbed.

, his thumb lightly caressed her cheek, “You can’t feel anything, the pain is lessened" “Does it remain that way?”. “No", he answered, “It doesn’t, only very few vampires can achieve that wholeness. It happens when they find their mates. Suddenly you feel the pain for two. You have a purpose, something to look forward to every day. Something to protect and to fight for, for as long as you live...”. She nodded in understanding. “There is also that predatory instinct that we can’t overcome", he continued, “The need to wield power, ultimate power, to exert dominance at all times...”.

He traced circles on my nipple with his tongue. I couldn’t stop myself, I reached up and buried my fingers in his thick black hair, I have never felt like this with a man before, never in my life and it was just driving me insane. I tried to fight back the desire he aroused in me and do the right thing, “sir…please…we-we shouldn’t be doing this,” he put his hands underneath me and lifted me up a little to push down my shirt, he unhooked my bra and took it off as well. My breast was open to his predatory eyes and something about the way his deep brown eyes looked at me made me flush and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach.

Gramson said. And he knew how much it's important for 'Majesty' to find that Silver Head girl. "Yes, that's what we have to do, but I'm mad more thinking that I could not catch that soul because of these Hyenas," Gabriel gritted his teeth because he didn't like his prey getting out of hand, especially when his eyes fell on it. "Majesty I think that soul is behind all this, but I can't understand how can a dead person hypnotize Hyenas because the senses of animals are excellent, and one soul can't subdue so many hyenas," Gramson said looking at 'His Majesty's expression.

Harrison repeated, finally lifting his head. When his eyes locked onto mine, my breath was completely sucked from my lungs. The raw, possessive hunger burning in his gaze was suffocating, stripping away any defense I had been trying to build. He didn't look like a stepfather, but more like a predator who had just found the exact, damning blueprint of my obsession with him. The stolen shots of his hands gripping a glass of scotch, the broad, imposing line of his back, the raw, intimate focus on his lips—he had seen every single one of them, laid bare in high-definition.

“It did. And I would go through it all again if it meant ending up here with you. You are my greatest adventure Liana. My forever.” We sat in comfortable silence for a long time, just holding each other as the waves whispered against the shore. Then I felt it again. That old familiar chill. I sat up slowly and looked toward the cliffs in the distance. There, standing perfectly still against the darkening sky, was a new figure. A silhouette watching us from afar. Not moving. Not hiding. Just watching. “John,” I whispered, my hand tightening on his arm. He followed my gaze and went still. “I see it. Whoever it is, they are still out there. The obsession never truly died. It just changed faces.

Instead, a peculiar tranquility settled within me as I quietly embraced the necessary extremes for my own protection. Viktor occupied the seat to my right where his presence struck me as both chilling and compelling. His blue eyes examined his surroundings with predatory sharpness, poised to seize the perfect moment to strike. He wore a black suit which appeared both crisp and expensive without flaw yet he emanated an aura of control. His silence created an unsettling atmosphere yet I sensed he belonged to the category of men who reserved their words for moments of absolute necessity.

“If I lose control.” His mouth brushes mine again, slower now, almost reverent. “Then I’ll hold you through it.” The building shudders violently. This time not from a predator. From inside the network. Every monitor in the observatory snaps back on at once. Not with Architect symbols. With live feeds. Cities worldwide. And in each one, something impossible is happening. The predators are not attacking. They are circling. Waiting. As if expecting instruction. The child’s presence rises sharply in my mind.