Cruel Obsession Novels & Stories

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

“Every time she’s near, every time I catch her scent, it’s like something inside me is trying to claw its way out. I’ve bedded more women than I can count, Knox. I know what attraction feels like. This isn’t attraction. This is something else. Something deeper.” “It’s obsession. It’s delusion. It’s you being a presumptuous piece of shit who thinks he’s entitled to anything he wants. You’ve always done this. You’ve always found a way to go after every woman I have wanted just to spite me. That’s what this is.”

Shadows flickered along the cold concrete walls, stretching and twisting with the dim overhead light. Serena’s wrists burned from the rough rope biting into her skin, but she refused to wince. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Across from her, Lucian Moretti lounged lazily in his chair. He has poured himself another glass of whiskey. Which he held in one hand watching her like a predator toying with its prey. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable but she could see a smirk playing at his lips.

"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.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

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Killian’s hand tightens slightly against my hip. “Say it.” My chest trembles with a slow breath. I can’t look at any of them when I whisper it. “Yes.” Silence follows. Then Reid exhales sharply, almost frustrated, almost relieved, and suddenly he’s above me, bracing himself against the mattress while his dark eyes lock onto mine with terrifying intensity. “You still don’t understand,” he murmurs. His hand tightens faintly at my waist. “This isn’t normal love for me, Andrea.” His lips brush my jaw slowly, voice rough with emotion. “It’s obsession.”

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

You've made my existence a living hell for far too long; once I’m finally satisfied, I can finally go back to who I used to be. It was a cruel defense mechanism, a lie he desperately needed to believe to keep his crumbling composure intact. He had never craved anything this destructively before. Every instinct screamed that this obsession was a poison eating away at his foundation, threatening to unravel the cold, untouchable empire he had built around himself. But logic meant nothing when raw, obsessive hunger took the wheel.

“I’m dripping, Luca. All over your couch. All because of you and your voice and the way you make me wait like this. It’s torture and I love it.” “That’s right. My good little slut. My obsessed little dancer. You can’t get enough, can you? Even with all the shit between us. Even when you know I’m dangerous as hell. You still show up. Still spread your legs. Still let me own every fucking reaction your body has.” He paused, breathing heavy on the line. “Put one finger inside. Just one. Fuck yourself with it slow. Pretend it’s my thick cock stretching that tight cunt. But stop before you come. I want you crying for it by the time I get there, baby. I want to hear you beg when I walk in. I want