Brutal Obsession Novels & Stories

His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm. With a heart as cold and unforgiving as the icy depths of winter, Lefevre was not one to be crossed. His piercing gaze, as sharp as the edge of a blade, could strip a soul bare, exposing its deepest vulnerabilities and laying them open for exploitation. His smile, a twisted promise of pain and suffering, was enough to chill even the bravest of warriors to their very core.

Her family is a major branch of the bratva, they handle the quality check of our ammunitions we distribute. She was skilled with guns, highly skilled.... My history with her made my blood curl beneath my skin. I was oblivious to her true nature back then but the moment I sensed something off with her head, I broke it off. She came with this mask of a sweet girl who was sheltered by the Morozova family. Our proximity in the bratva brought us close, I was immediately captivated by her from the first sight. Just like Josephine, I became obsessed, possessive and I wanted her for myself. She fell for me, hard but my feelings for her never went deeper than physical...she was more of a possession t

Obsessed. When the door opens, Brynn steps out first, her smile sharp as glass, her body pressing close to mine like she belongs there. Like she wants to be there, and she can’t get enough of my touch. To anyone watching, she isn’t reluctant. She isn’t forced. She looks obsessed. And that’s exactly what they’ll believe

He didn’t like death to talk more of being involved with him. “I made the deal alone, no one is involved,” Jeremy replied. Supreme alpha Black he wasn’t a man of many words,his actions spoke for him,he was ruthless. his eyes were golden and his hair jet black,his lips dark pink and he was a few inches taller than Jeremy with his huge upper body. Black turned to sit on his office table,he stared at Jeremy who acted like the supreme alpha wasn’t a lycan to fear. This made a smirk straighten Blacks lips.

That morning I woke up and didn’t have someone knocking on my door demanding that I teach them how to shoot or accompany them on a walk. I went into withdrawal with its buried screams, burning memories, and silent breakdown. And I remained in that fvcking withdrawal for seven years. But it’s not withdrawal if it lasted that long; it’s an obsession. As soon as I returned, that obsession grabbed me by the throat like nothing ever had. It's different from the obsession pulsing under my skin, demanding I avenge my parents' death. One is bloodlust with the need to hurt. The other is still some sort of lust, but it’s like a never-ending ache, the type that carved its place into the very marrow of

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

“Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.” I spat out as his vision started to clear and I was able to see him better and even though my words were harsh and cruel; he didn’t react. So I threw my head back and cackled crazily. “Between all the people in here, Sergey, you are the closest one to me. You are the most fucked up person after me in here. You should know how I feel, but again you are just a cold, walking dead corpse, aren’t you? An alexithymics.”

His voice cracked with insanity, the madness threatening to consume him entirely. The room was charged with a tension so thick it felt as if the walls might collapse. The struggle between obsession, frustration, and an overwhelming need for control was about to reach its breaking point.

“You’re irresistible.” Sienna didn’t flinch. Didn’t turn. Her voice was calm, precise. “That’s… flattering.” “You don’t understand,” he said, stepping closer. “It’s not just about attraction. It’s—” His voice broke slightly, revealing the raw, unfiltered truth beneath his control. “It’s about every part of you I can’t own, can’t command, and yet can’t ignore. You… defy me in every way. And I hate it. And I… love it.”