A Predator's Obsession Novels & Stories

He was a predator, toying with his prey, delighting in the power he held over our lives. The place seemed to hold its breath, enveloped in an eerie silence that amplified the tension. The air was thick with anticipation, as if time itself had slowed down to witness the unfolding drama. My eyes darted back and forth between Clyde's menacing stance and Carmine's predatory smirk, unsure of what would happen next.

Not today you know you lie How can I look up and in the distance I can see a static Karla. She's totally petrified in place, which is a bad sign coming from Karla. She doesn't see me, her gaze is fixed on the person behind me. Even with my senses on the ground, I can and am aware that Karla's gaze radiates... fear? I respect? Devotion? His gaze radiates a chaos that he is struggling to let out, but the one that stands out the most in his eyes is: DANGER!

Isabella asked quietly. "No." Dante's voice cracked. "I'm possessive to the point of obsession. I can't stand other men looking at you. I've had nightmares about you leaving since month two. I track your location constantly even though you don't know it. I'm controlling and damaged and so fucking broken that I don't know how to love someone without suffocating them." "Dante…."

I whispered. “Stop what?” His eyes met mine, dark with an obsession I’d never seen before. “Are you afraid of how your body responds to me?” “I hate you,” I said, biting down on my lip to keep from making any sound as he continued his assault on my neck. “I hate this.” “Liar,” he breathed against my skin. “You want this as much as I do.” His hands roamed over my body with a familiarity that made me sick. This wasn’t the gentle man I’d fallen for, this was a predator who’d been playing a long game.

Obsession is my game, and once I've claimed someone, nothing— not even death—can extinguish the all-consuming fire that drives me to have them. Jayce was slowly becoming my new fixation, my new prey. And if he allowed me to claim him, nothing would shield him from my relentless pursuit. He would be mine, utterly and completely. I'd stop at nothing to possess him, to own him, to consume him. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a dark thrill that coursed through my veins like poison. Something pressed against my ribcage, jolting me out of the moment, and I tore my lips away from Jayce's. But Jayce's gaze locked onto mine, his bruised lips parted ever so slightly, and I was drawn back in.

He turned to Dylan and eyed him briefly before whispering to me, "He has the eyes of a predator. A really hungry one that wants to fuck you in every style known to man." "You know I can hear you right?" Dylan said before walking over to me and yanking me to his side. My heart started racing, I was confused, pissed and a little bit glad for some reason. I didn't expect him to react this way so what gives? "Only a predator can recognise a fellow predator. I won't deny it though. If I get the chance, I'll be balls deep in her tonight."

I should’ve bolted, pushed past him and run back to the chaos downstairs, but my feet stayed rooted, my body betraying me with a heat I didn’t recognize “What are the odds,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room, “of her walking into this room right now” I blinked. “Her?” “You.” He stepped closer again, closing the gap until I could feel the warmth radiating off his chest. “You seem frightened.” His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, more like a predator spotting easy prey. “I’m obsessed with frightened” The words sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t fear, not entirely. My hands were shaking now, visibly, and I curled my fingers into fist

Ara was a ball of sunshine before his arrival and now had reduced into a victim. Jenna gripped her drooped shoulder in a tight hold, making her look up into her eyes. "He'll kill you if you wouldn't," Jenna said in a serious tone. Ara's face paled with dread. "He is obsessed with you, Ary. He wouldn't let you go ever. I have seen the way he looks at you. He thinks you belong to him," Jenna said from her own experience. She internally shuddered, remembering her own past. Obsessive men are more destructive than a mad animal. They don't know the limits,"

He stirred the pan slowly, deliberately, wrist rolling with practiced ease, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me and was enjoying every second of it. “You stare a lot,” he said casually. “I’m not staring.” He glanced at me. One brow lifted. “You are.” “I’m observing,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.” “Mm,” he murmured. “That’s what predators say.” I scoffed. “You’re the predator here.” He smiled, pleased. “Good. You’re learning.”

“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: