Brutal Obsession นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

But they don’t know my past or the twisted things I was taught for years. I spent half my life being brainwashed into believing I was born in sin, possessed by the devil. Even though I don’t believe those lies anymore, that voice still whispers that I’m doing something wrong. Clarice says it’s normal and that I’ll eventually silence it. But for now, it makes me panic at the thought of crossing any moral line. That’s why I’m so obsessed with being “good.” They’ll never fully understand. So I stay quiet. We finally reach the mall parking lot, and a wave of excitement pushes away my worries. I desperately need new clothes—my online orders still haven’t arrived—and it’s been years since I’ve bee

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

My eyes closed, my heart in my throat as he inched the gun going down to my chest. “Even at the hands of death, your heart still has that melodic sound.” he pressed the gun hard on my chest, prolonging my beating heart. “I will pull the trigger right here because it’s this thing that doesn’t allow you to see the love I have towards you.” My eyelids trembled to open, and I scoffed. “Love? ” “Yes Marianne, I love you, but you are too blinded by freedom that you failed to notice. Not all love is sweet, Marianne. The love I have for you is that of obsession, a toxic trait.”

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

“I know you two have history. And I don’t know what the hell happened before she moved here, but it’s all over your face, man. You're obsessed. You watch her like she’s air and you’ve been suffocating.” “That’s none of your business,” Dino said, his voice lower now, dangerous. Matteo didn’t back down. “It is when I have to sit through a dinner watching my brother stare at a girl like she’s already his, while she looks like she’s on the verge of falling apart.” Dino’s mug hit the counter a little harder than intended. “I’m not hurting her,” he snapped. “No,” Matteo said quietly, “you’re just breaking her slowly.”

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I hissed, panic rising in my chest. He ignored me. His gaze flicked toward the crowd that had started to gather, drawn in by the rising tension. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he tilted my chin up. His lips crashed against mine. The kiss was nothing but possession—a brutal, calculated move designed to humiliate and control. My stomach twisted in revulsion. There was no warmth, no care, just cold dominance as he crushed his mouth against mine. The sound of cheering rang in my ears, his cronies laughing, egging him on. My body went rigid.