A Predator's Obsession Novels & Stories

Not when I could still control the situation. I shot a quick glance at my first-in-command, his eyes dark with a hunger that mirrored the others in the room. He was eager, his fangs barely hidden as he looked between me and Faith, as if daring me to make a move. I could feel his pressure, the weight of his unspoken desire to see me claim her. He wanted me to turn her. He wanted the power that would come with having a soul mate by my side—one of our kind, someone who could bond with me in ways no human could ever understand.

She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her. Cassie stared at the folder with a scowl, but her face beamed at the comments. She held her phone and deleted the data right in my face. “Poppy, save your idiot’s guide to yourself. It’s not for me. “Watch and learn. I’ll have Camden under my spell. He’ll be smitten with me, even if all I do is talk about SpongeBob SquarePants.” Not the least bit upset, I smiled brightly. “Good luck to you.

"Selena is playing with his son's feelings. He might just slowly starve Emmen since he doesn't need to destroy you right away. "They have plenty of money to burn and will just strangle you to death slowly. Within a year, Emmen will become a thing of the past," Zachary explained. Joey fell silent.

His eyes, wild and feral, narrowed as they focused on the elusive prey that dared to defy him. As the wolf ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, his primal instincts melded with his deranged obsession. A maddening storm brewed within him, a tempest of unbridled fury and bloodlust. His fury drove him to the edge of madness, blurring the line between predator and monstrosity. The forest became his hunting ground, a twisted theater of his vengeance.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

He carried himself with a quiet strength, carved from something harder than most of the men who drifted through this place. When his eyes !nally lifted, catching the dim light like a predator !nding its mark, her breath hitched in her throat. It was a primal, instinctual response, a recognition of some-thingdangerous and alluring all at once. It was stupid; she knew better than to be drawn to someone like him. He was trouble, plain and simple, a walking storm cloud of whispered rumors and dark pasts. But God, she was drawn. Like a moth to a "ame, she couldn't help but lean in, her will dissolv-ing inthe heat of his gaze.

“Was it everything you fantasized?” he murmured, dragging a single knuckle down her spine making her wriggle. She gasped at the contact, It was maddening how gentle he could be or how gentle he chose to be, when he could have torn her apart the way she wanted to be torn. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “More.” His hand fisted her hair and yanked her head back harshly. “You like playing prey,” he said. “But the thing about being prey, sweetheart…” he bent closer, his breath hot on her ear. “…is that eventually, the predator gets hungry.”

It was now just a matter of the predator and the prey. His eyes widened slightly, he saw a girl in a grey sweater, hiding in the dark. He should be smelling her- her shampoo, her body spray, her hair cream, her breakfast, or even her anxiety. But he smelled nothing. It was as if he was looking at a ghost. And then, a flicker of emotion crossed his stoic face. Obsession. Curiosity. Hunger. He resumed his speech, his voice dropping an octave, becoming darker, huskier than earlier. But he didn’t look away, he kept his eyes fixated on her corner of the room, although he was speaking to the crowd, but in reality, he was addressing her.

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.