Cruel Obsession Novels & Stories

But he would prove it to her that, he is worse than Cruel each and everytime. He used her friends like a pawn for this game of madness. He was hurting her, her friends and he still has the audacity to blame her that, she's hurting him, more than he's hurting her. She closed her eyes, and let those tears free. She knew he will never let her go. And his obsession for her, screamed in his eyes. He was obsessed with her, possessed by lust. He was madly in love with her. She knew it wasn't a healthy obsession. She was weeping silently, she didn't realise when he left the room.

I had stumbled into a den of monsters, and I was the next victim to be sacrificed on their blood-stained altar. As we made our way through the throngs of people, I saw the faces of those who were about to be slaughtered. They were slaves, no longer useful to the Lycans, and they were going to be put down like animals. It was a chilling sight, one that made my blood run cold. But the Lycan was not content with just killing these poor souls. He had his sights set on me.

“Lucien thinks he can keep something so soft in a world made of knives. He always had a weakness for illusions.” Her companion frowned. “But why not just kill her if you want to hurt him?” Catalina’s smile vanished. “Because pain fades,” she said. “But obsession… obsession is an infection. It makes men irrational. Makes them reckless. I don’t want Lucien to die quickly.” She turned, eyes dark and gleaming. “I want him to unravel.” There was a long silence. Then she walked to the wall safe, entered a code, and withdrew a leather-bound file.

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.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

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.

And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own missing chess piece It’s worse than fucked up. When I say I’m about to cross lines, I mean exactly that: fucking her more than once. Keeping her as my new mistress. I’ll hunt her moments. I’ll claim her nights and mornings until the world bends to the shape of her and me. The urge is new, a hunger that doesn’t ask permission. Because obsession isn’t gentle. It’s a slow, precise cruelty I’m willing to perform, again and again, until she’s branded mine in ways even I can’t name.

His entire aura drew me in, grabbing me by the collar and forcing me to follow. I took a step closer, watching as he shifted in his seat. How could someone be so exquisite? The mere sight of him had my pulse racing. My breath hitched, something inside me snapping. Fuck. What was this feeling? I'd never felt it before. It wasn’t love or lust. It was something much darker. More twisted. Like it crawled from the bottom of hell and wrapped around my throat. Obsession. I wanted him. All of him. Every twitch, every whisper, every clumsy, flustered movement that screamed "break me", "use me as you see fit" and damn did I want to do just that. I wanted to ruin this pretty little thing till there was

I came hard, my cum shooting out and splattering across the screen of my phone, I kept pumping my fist, milking every last drop out of my cock, my hips still humping up into my hand, I was panting and sweating and shaking, and I could not stop watching her on the screen I stared at her for a long moment, watching her sleep, she was so beautiful and so broken and so completely mine and I felt a surge of satisfaction so deep it made me shudder I was obsessed, I knew I was obsessed, I was too obsessed with her and I did not give a single fuck, she had ruined me and now I was going to ruin her, I was going to make her suffer for the rest of her life, I was going to make her regret ever crossing

He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled. Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one. “Cannot breathe, huh?” The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either. “Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself. “Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”