A Predator's Obsession Novels & Stories

Mine. I traced him like a map only I was allowed to read. My thumb sketched lazy circles into the dip of his waist, my nails dragged faint lines up the length of his arm, stopping at the delicate curve of his shoulder. He shifted, a breath catching, and I smiled. That instinctive fear threaded into his veins was intoxicating. Every shiver, every startled twitch was a reminder that he knew—deep down—that predators like me were carved to consume prey like him. But I didn’t want to consume him. Not fully. Not yet. I wanted to stretch this obsession into eternity, slow and deliberate, like torture dressed as devotion.

He’s a damn Adonis. Piercing, intense eyes are set underneath dark brows. His lashes are long and thick and you’d think it would make him look feminine, but nope. All it does is call attention to the hint of laughter there, as if he knows something you don’t, as if he’s playing you. Which he is. Noah Stark is a player.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

she whispered while patting her head. But… She herself could not forget what she had seen. That face. That gaze. It was not a human gaze… But the gaze of a predator who had found its prey. Terrifying to the point of chills. Iris tightened her grip on Lety’s hand. “Let’s go home. Now.” Lety did not argue this time. She walked close to her, as if afraid she would disappear if she let go. When they arrived, Iris quickly closed the door, then closed the windows one by one.

Yet, this must be the first time I’ve heard of prey trying to get to know a predator. Maybe he has watched too many serial killer documentaries or read too many weird ass books about victims falling for their abusers. Oh God, no, what if he has Stockholm syndrome kink or fetish, or whatever that might be? Goosebumps cover my skin at the thought. I love watching them beg, bleed, cry, and scream, not run after me and call me daddy every time I jab a knife in their flesh. Eww, this is disturbing. “Yeah, life’s shit at times, so I get it.” He mutters.

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

Damon heard what I said and just smirked. "You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening. There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

This time, faster than the first time. Prey. The predators in him stretched satisfyingly as he recognized prey. She holds his diamond ring, he is sure of it. Why won't she want to give it back? Doesn't matter. As far as it's in her possession, he will get it from her. If she wants to be chased, he will do so too. The thrill of the chase is exhilarating to a predator. His mate is about to find out what it feels like to be prey to a dangerous alpha predator.

“The weak version of me is gone. And now, even death isn’t enough to take me from you. If anyone tries to hurt you or stand in my way, I’ll kill them without hesitation.” I lifted my chin, challenging him just a little, even though his intense look was enough to scare most people. “Oh yeah?” I said, then turned and walked inside, leaving him standing at the door. He called after me, “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll bring you Carson Jenkins' body soon. Just wait.” A shiver ran through me. I’d heard Marco say violent things before, but this time it felt different—like he craved it. Like nothing would satisfy him except Carson’s blood. He wouldn’t stop until he destroyed him.