Dangerous Obsession Film Novels & Stories

he said. "We have this pass from the old lady," Cathy said. "If we return without finishing our tasks we will be severely punished. And don't worry about us, we will return soon without making any trouble." Cathy showed him the pass that the lady gave us for the border. Seeing the pass he couldn't say no anymore. But he was looking worried. Seemed like he was an omega as well. If he was a beta he wouldn't even have cared about the pass. He would just let us slide to die out there. Two or three or more, they wouldn't care even if all the omegas died.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

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?

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

“You were the one who insisted on caving in to so-called emotions by telling me you fell in love with the Hale boy.” Amara laughed then—low, sharp, humorless. “Is this what we’re talking about here? And not the fact that your so-called partner in Gideon actually attempted to murder me? And all for a stupid document and weird obsession.” She spat the words. They landed between them like glass. Richard stood up fully now. The casualness fell away. He walked toward her, slow and deliberate, boots crunching softly against gravel. He stopped close enough that she could smell his cologne—expensive, familiar, nauseating.

“Let’s just work on the project. Romeo and Juliet, right?” He groaned. “God, not that one. Can we pick anything else? Wuthering Heights, maybe? Something where they destroy each other with passion and rage instead of poison and teenage melodrama.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re oddly poetic for a guy who looks like he doesn’t believe in love.” He leaned closer, the grin gone. “I don’t. But I believe in obsession.” Something in my stomach twisted. Dangerous. That’s what he was. All warning signs, and I was already ignoring them.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently before he finally spoke in a rough, unfamiliar voice. "My love... that's not true. I didn't do it. They were lying. I didn't do it, I swear." He slowly stood and approached her, desperately trying to justify something Iris didn't even understand. But when she noticed emotions on his usually cold face... Maybe madness. Maybe obsession. She wanted to run. Immediately. She turned around and hurried toward the door. Memories that didn't belong to her flashed through her mind, mirroring exactly what was happening now. "No, wait, Iris! Please!!"

She continued unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing against his chest. "Why is it always black?" Hazel asked in a soft tone as she slowly touched Francisco's hard chest after pulling his shirt down. Francisco's breath was heavy. He slowly pulled Hazel closer. "Black means obsession." "And you are my obsession, honey." Their gazes locked onto each other. "Obsession is not good," Hazel said as she slowly moved closer to his face. Francisco also lowered his head. "What is good or what's not, I will decide, honey. Everything I have for you is justified."

She quickly hangs up the phone and reaches her hand around my body, grabbing my ass in her hand and pushing for me to give her more. “You're such a good girl,” I give her my praise because I know she likes it. She’s made me proud today and as I give her more of what she wants, I glide my fingers over her outstretched neck. “Come for me, right now,” I instruct, pushing every inch I have inside her and holding still. Her nails dig into my ass, as her wet skin slips against me. “Come on, I want you spilling that tight cunt all over my cock.” I remain still, savoring the way her pussy throbs around me. She looks back at me with such hope and expectation that it starts to fucking hurt. I’m not th

"W-What?" The man’s eyes widened in horror. "Boss, please—!" Rueben didn’t blink. "Now." Before I could process it, a blade flashed. A sickening thud followed. Warm blood splattered onto my feet, followed by the man’s head. I didn’t scream. I couldn’t. My body refused to move, my mind struggling to catch up with the horror in front of me. He’s insane. A complete psychopath. He finally smiled, looking at me like I had just passed some twisted test.