Brutal Obsession Novels & Stories

Zoey's brother's one of the members and I can get in through him ~ ~ Unlike you who's baseless and has no use to me, Zoey has shown greater potentials and she's one of the most beautiful she-wolves I've set my eyes on ~ I ball my fists in annoyance as his words poison my heart like venom. He broke up with me just because of his obsession for the SGBC and here's his favourite biker standing right in front of me. I swear I want to strangle him. "You're drunk, tell me your address and I'll take you home." He moves closer and when he holds my waist, I freeze. The burning sensation the rougues left on my skin suddenly dissipate and my body is calm again.

The sound of him leaning back in his chair, the familiar creak of it, the particular arrangement of his breathing when he was deciding something. “Do you remember,” he said, “after the accident. When you came home from the hospital and fired every person who worked in this penthouse.” “That’s not relevant.” “You said they sounded like they were apologising with every step,” Daniel continued, like I hadn’t spoken. “You said you couldn’t live inside someone else’s pity.” “Daniel.”

"How dare you slap me bitch???? I was just asking for a night and you are behaving like that?? Now I will show you how to behave in front of me. Let me teach you a lesson bitch?????" He dragged me to a car and pushed me in and got over me and started biting my neck... "Let me show you how much energy I got now. You were throwing me away let me show you what does it look like to reject Ryan Batra. You made a mistake bitch and I am gonna fuck you so hard with these heels on." "Please let me go...Stop it......" "No!!! No !!! Bitch not so soon. How can I let you go so easily?? You owe me this pleasure and Come on I will pay you to double for this. More than your Boss is paying you. ...."

He is a part of the Russian Bratva, known for their brutality and lack of mercy. The depth of his ruthlessness becomes clear. “You used me, you despicable bastard!” I scream, gripping the bars tightly. “I’m nothing more than a pawn in your sick game. You’re willing to risk everything for power?” The comprehension of his true intentions fills me with disgust.

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

It was the same room where she was in. Proserpina, HIS Proserpina, was dishevelled-looking, piteous, but still standing up to Dmitri Rudenko who had her in a stranglehold, twisting her arm brutally. She winced but refused to scream and fall to her knees. Her chin was raised defiantly, although she stood, looking so tiny between the hefty men and Dmitri. Then he saw Oleg. * Oleg. The man they called the Brute. The brutal killer who enjoyed stringing up victims and torturing them till they died slowly and painfully.

I wasn’t sure yet, but I wasn’t about to let my guard down. The thought of ‘Cain The Devil’ made my blood boil, memories of the things I’d survived flooding my mind. That name wasn't just a title—it was a legacy of suffering. The stories were true. Cain had been a ruthless monster, even by our kind’s standards. His methods of torture were beyond anything anyone could imagine—he was a sick, twisted man who enjoyed nothing more than seeing others suffer. He had impaled us—our kind—on sharpened stakes, hung us from the rafters like worthless pieces of meat, and let us squirm, watching in delight as we gasped for breath, feeling the life slowly slip away.

Break them. “Obsession?” My voice dropped to a growl. “Do you know what obsession is? It is the only reason you sit breathing in this hall. I united packs with obsession. I crushed your enemies with it. And you,” I jabbed a finger toward the young lord, who flinched, “have the balls to lecture me as if you’ve ever bled for anything but your purse strings.” Shouts erupted. Old men waving arms, voices colliding. Words like reckless, madness, ruin. Their noise scraped raw against my skull. I heard rebellion in every syllable, mutiny in every sideways glance.

Uses pleasure as a tool of control. SEBASTIAN: The most brutally physical. Fucks hard and fast without preamble. Wants to hear her cry. Enjoys degradation and pain play within negotiated limits. Least psychological, most primal. Doesn't apologize for his desires. Direct and crude. Uses her body like equipment, but equipment he treasures.

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.