Cruel Obsession Novels & Stories

I imagine the marks I'll leave on her skin, the bruises I'll inflict as I use her for my own twisted pleasure. It's wrong. I know it's wrong. But I can't stop. I won't stop. Not until I have her. Not until I've made her mine. The thought of claiming her, of ruining her for anyone else, sends a dark thrill through me. She'll be mine. Only mine. Forever. I'm losing myself to this obsession. I'm spiraling out of control, and I don't care. Let me fall. Let me drown. As long as I have Marianna in the end, nothing else matters.

“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

Cruelly this time. “I want to destroy her.” Chris searched Killian’s eyes but what stared back was an emotion he couldn’t name–something dangerously twisted. “I want to destroy her so bad.” Killian rasped like a cursed vow, “Not with love but.. with obsession.” He was still arrogant. Still the same Killian Salvatore–narcissistic and heartless. Even after sleepless nights, even after the gnawing ache of her absence–he refused to admit his suffering. Instead, he cloaked it in pride, in hunger, in the cruel desire to ruin the very thing he couldn’t let go.

He licked the corner of his lips and moaned. "She tastes incredible," he pushed as he slid a finger into her. “ Fuck, and very tight.” My fists clenched. "I said enough." He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You okay, man?" No. I wasn't okay. Because this hadn't worked. This hadn't made me want her less. It had made everything worse. I wanted to throw him out instantly and have Aria pinned against the wall. Have her reminded of who exactly she belonged to. But I couldn't. Because that would mean admitting the truth. That I was obsessed with her. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

"If it's so exclusive for the high lines." "We have our own secret ways," Dino chimed in, his eyes unashamedly roaming all the way down my bare legs. Something about the creepy way his dark eyes watched my skin made my stomach instantly churn into knots. Yes, there was basic male appreciation in his gaze, but there was also a flash of pure cruelty underneath. He looked like a hunter measuring up a piece of stock to make sure it was the fattest one so he could make the most profit from the meat.

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

Crizette knew it when she saw how ruthless Ezekiel can be when someone tried to kill her. Since that day, no one has ever tried on killing or harming her. She's not just an Obsession but the Wife. Ezekiel, the most ruthless man will do anything just to protect his lover and that is no other than, Crizette. Like a fairy-tale Romance. But, the tragedy will come to destroy their strings. The low and mysterious profile of Crizette will be forgotten. She's not an ordinary person! Madness will eat Ezekiel after knowing that his only Obsession is the youngest daughter of his Greatest Intruder in the Mafia World.

The man I thought would treasure me was doing the complete opposite of it. I have given up on struggling and endured his cruelty. I want to see when he's going to stop. While Loren was busy thrusting, a thought snapped in my head. Should I abandon him? He doesn't love me but is strangely obsessed with me . He is obsessed with hurting me and if I'm not wrong he's going to do worse things with me in future. ' Still I can't bring myself to completely hate him. Why am I like this?' I sobbed, biting my lips trying hard to control my tears which were continuously falling.