Brutal Obsession Book Series Novels & Stories

Because fate had twisted itself into knots between them pain, fear, obsession, rebirth. Because it was written in the book. Because she had broken the book. She sighed and moved the chair closer to the bed. “Fine. Here.” He watched every motion like a starving man being fed. She sat. His hand remained on her wrist. His breathing finally slowed. Minutes passed. Hours softened. The storm faded outside. And at last finally Adrian Jin, the man who had once destroyed her, slept. Because she was near. Because in this life, her presence was stronger than his memories.

“You can’t…God, Giovanni, you can’t fix what’s broken in you by breaking me too.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. His hand slid from my hair to cup the side of my face, surprisingly careful for a man made of violence. “You think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t tried to stay away?” His voice was low, edged with fury and something far more dangerous, honesty. “But you’re under my skin, Mirabella. In my blood. And no matter what I do, I can’t tear you out.” My chest rose and fell in shallow bursts. “That’s obsession. Not love.”

BLURB “Why are you everywhere? Why do you appear all around me?” I asked in an almost inaudible voice filled with frustration and weakness “Do I still have to answer that?” He smirked. “Fine, it's simple. You're mine, and I don't plan on letting you go or even sharing you." *** Elena Carter felt heartbroken after finding out her best friend and ex-fiance were having an affair. They called her a liability as she had been with their support after her graduation and her failed attempts to secure a job for over a year. In desperation to avoid the pain that pierced through her heart like a saber, she went to a club where she had a one night stand with someone who turn

he seethed. The three bound men watched the exchange in frozen horror, realizing they were trapped between two lunatics who were one second away from murdering each other. “Oh don't be a menace sweetheart, I was just finishing what you started. These pathetic fucks stole from us. I brought them here so you could have the pleasure of-” He didn’t get to finish.

I heard my name loudly, and I snapped out, but my eyes were silently begging. Promptly, the weight of his body left mine, and I drew my legs up to my chest, hiding the vulnerable scars he inflicted on me. I quivered, curling my body to the corner of the bed. My breath harboring, my sobbing broke out in the room while I wrapped my arms around my knees. My body, out of fear, had reacted to his touch, which was out of fright. His eyes, filled with obsession, were fixated on me in a state of awe, causing his pupils to dilate in that fleeting moment, and a profound sense of guilt surfaced within his gaze, only to quickly flicker back to an icy coldness.

And I'll do the exact same thing to him. He's not just another man in the bratva. He's rot, dressed in silk. The kind of man who smiles too wide, who believes power gives him the right to destroy what isn't his to touch. Men like him walk around, dripping with arrogance, convinced no one will ever make them pay for the things they stole. I see it every time she avoids her reflection in the mirror. She blames herself for it, but it's not her fault. It's his. Sergei Antonov. And he'll pay, for every nightmare she has had, every tear she has cried, he will pay, tenfold.

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

Alessio growled and Antonio narrowed his eyes and didn’t move even when the other man took a few steps backward and he actually raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The four men with him pulled their guns and aimed them at Antonio and his men, while Antonio’s men did the same. But seconds later, even Antonio’s men were aiming their guns at their boss, who didn’t even flinch and kept glaring at his second. “You always looked down on the subfamily while I built everything from scratch. I paid for everything with blood, sweat, and tears. I sacrificed everything to make it stronger. And in the end all I get is the second title? For fucking what? Because you have the main family blood? Just a

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Taking his revenge on the princess that ruined a major part of his life was the only thing on his bucket list, his upmost priority without backing out. Hi guys, so I'm fully ready to start the new book. The second book of the pregnant series. The title is 'The Badboy's Obsession' It's the story of Bryan Andrews and Erica. So I have a question for you all. Do you want me to continue it in this book or should I start it in a new(different) book? Please share your thoughts with me.