Dangerous Obsession Film Novels & Stories

He’s not the kind one should be around with, I'm fucking scared. I'm scared and there’s no end to my misery, I can’t control my hands shaking in dread or my eyes withering in pain. I just realized how dangerous he is and I'm so wrong to think that I can have my way with him, he’s heartless, he doesn’t even think before taking action. His obsession is lethal and not beneficial, I can’t run, I can’t hide, I’ll die but backing off would be worse than death. Can I live with this guilt of giving up forever?

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

I didn't want another woman. I only needed Tristan. The thought of Tristan, naked and vulnerable beneath me, sent a jolt of heat through my veins. My cock hardened instantly, a visceral response that defied logic and reason. My body, it seemed, had betrayed me. It only reacted to Tristan. I pushed the thought aside, forcing myself to focus on the present moment. The drinks, the women, the celebration. It was all a distraction, a way to forget the dangerous obsession that was consuming me. An obsession that, if discovered, could cost me everything. Including Tristan.

“It can escalate. The person might start following them or showing up unannounced, thinking they’re being romantic or that it’s a sign of how much they care. But that’s the thing about obsession—it warps your perception. What you think is love or concern might actually be… something darker.” The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. His words felt like a direct hit, like he was describing exactly what was happening to me. But I kept my voice steady, forcing myself to sound curious rather than alarmed. “And what about when it goes further than just following?” I asked quietly. “When someone starts trying to insert themselves into the other person’s life—showing up at their workplace, making

He dug his fingers into the sofa cushions, his hips reflexively moving to meet Darren’s possessive strokes. The boundaries of the contract had dissolved. In the darkness of that private cinema, Ezra no longer cared whether this was merely a fifty-million-rupiah transaction. All he knew was that his body and soul were now entirely trapped within the devilish obsession of Darren Wijaya. The room filled with the sounds of friction and ragged breathing until they finally reached a shattering climax together, just as the ambient lights dimmed back to black. The Eye in the Dark Yet, behind the illusory beauty and burning passion inside the penthouse, a massive danger was lurking from the darkness

He needed to prove that his obsession was stronger than their design. "You think you’re a symptom?" he panted against her lips, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, possessive heat. "Then let me be the disease. Let’s be so sick, so twisted, so obsessed that even the Vanes are afraid to look at us." As they stood amidst the ruins of the ledgers, a low, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the floor. At the far end of the vault, a hidden projector hummed to life, casting a grainy, black-and-white film onto the stone wall.

She was lying there, covered in his scent, ruined by his touch. A dark, terrifying realization settled firmly in his mind. She was incredibly dangerous. He was , hopelessly obsessed with her, and he would happily burn the entire world to ash just to keep her right exactly where she belonged.

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

Unknown P. O. V. Rachel had awoken in a fright, having a short-lived nightmare. She was frozen solid as she continued to stare at her own dead body. And she never realised that there was a man, a very dangerous man behind her. Taking joy in her fright. When she was about to see the man behind her was when she woke up in a daze.