Novel & Cerita Dangerous Obsession Film

I've only been here a little over two weeks and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I actually lost my mind a long time ago, but now, I was just falling deeper and deeper into insanity and I think it has to do with the fact that I was becoming obsessed with Kitty. I had created this entire thing in my head that I knew wasn't normal but I couldn't stop it. "Because of Kitty," I repeated to Mason once again and he shook his head as he chuckled and moved away, his hands covered in my blood. "Kitty will be the death of you, Prisoner VII," Mason said as he washed his hands in the basin, "you really going through all of this for her? Who's running the drug industry if you're here in this place?"

Inside, she sits heavily on the couch. “I feel bad for him,” she says. “Don’t.” “I can’t help it. He’s clearly in pain—” “He’s obsessed. There’s a difference.” I sit beside her. “And his obsession is putting you in danger.” “What do you mean?” “I mean people who can’t have what they want sometimes do desperate things.” She goes quiet. Processing. “You think he’d hurt me?” “I think he’d try to take you. And that’s enough reason to keep you away from him.”

Now she was something far more dangerous — his obsession. And neither of them wanted it to end.

“I watch you sleep and my chest aches with how much I need you breathing beside me. I’d burn the world down just to keep you safe. I’d kill a thousand times over if it meant waking up to your eyes on me.” “You’re not my captive, babygirl….. you’re my reason for existing. My wife. My everything. Please… let me show you how deep this goes. I’m obsessed, yes. Madly, dangerously so. But it’s love. Twisted, dark, all-consuming love that would destroy me if you left.” Tears stung my eyes. My heart raced so hard I felt dizzy. Part of me- the foolish, aching part wanted to give him that chance. To believe the sweet vulnerability in his voice, to let his obsession wrap around me like a dangerous embr

Tonight, it pressed down on me, claustrophobic and tight, as if the entire metropolis were holding its breath just for me. I thought of Kiara, the first woman I ever loved, who taught me that desire and betrayal could wear the same face. Fire and temptation, thrill and recklessness. She made every moment feel alive and dangerous. But I had learned early: beauty without boundaries could be a weapon, and obsession could turn lethal. I had seen it once and almost lost everything. I would not make that mistake again. Her name rolled through my mind like a stone in a pocket, impossible to ignore. Marcus’s call had not helped. She had been at Isabella’s building, subtle yet blatant enough to make

"And I do not know you." "The bartender told you my name, didn't he?" Cassian asked, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips. "I saw him whisper to you. I saw the way your eyes widened when you looked back up at me." "He told me to leave," Vittoria admitted, looking up into his dark eyes. "He said you are dangerous." "He was right," Cassian whispered, his gaze dropping to her lips. "I am the most dangerous thing in this city, sweet girl. But you did not run when he told you that. Why are you still standing here?"

Any f**king thing. No girl can humiliate him and then go scot-free.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

The first elders words hung before they thinned against the absence of an answer. A rasp from a voice older and louder came off from a third elder, “I’ve seen enough to know there’s something off about her and Dante…” The man shook his head sadly with thoughts too deep for expression. “He’s not just blind. He’s… obsessed. You can see it in his eyes when he looks at her. That’s dangerous. For him, for all of us.”