Novel & Cerita A Predator's Obsession

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

What had left him with a lasting impression he would be unable to forget were the gazes of several individuals identified as threats of the highest order. The gazes that even now he could remember all too clearly. The gazes that spoke of one thing - the same thing he now found within Levi’s gaze, the same thing that evoked a feeling of profound dread in Trey - Obsession. An overpowering, reckless, fanatical fixation that knew no bounds nor reason. A reckless infatuation from a maniac that would stop at nothing to realize their own obsession, rendering everything and everyone, including themselves, expendable. That focused gaze could only see one thing and one thing alone - the only thing tha

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

“Are you just going to pass her between you two like some plaything??” His voice cuts through the air like a whip. But when I look at him, there's no judgement in his eyes. Only hunger. Jealousy. Desire. Something very dark in his eyes. Something like obsession and possession. He walks over, slowly. His steps are slow and deliberate. He walks like a predator hunting a prey. Watching him walk over to me makes me more wet. I suddenly remember the night at the club and only the thought of that makes me moan softly.

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.

Gabriel stood in front of another village to quench his thirst for blood. As he was about to enter the village, his ears perked at a woman's crying from somewhere nearby. He was no longer in himself. His body may have been moving, but his mind was completely useless. There was only a desire for blood in his eyes. Gabriel stood in the dark waiting for his prey like a night predator. At first, that woman was frightened, seeing a man standing in the dark, but immediately the voice of the same man calmed her nerves.

Brimming with anguish and unanswered questions from my past. The predator had found its prey.