Dark Obsession Novels & Stories

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

It sank into my skin like heat on a fevered night, impossible to ignore. No matter how many times I reached for myself, desperate for release beneath the covers, the craving refused to die. It grew instead, wild and untamed. It wasn't about lust anymore. It was something darker. Deeper. Obsession. A low, pathetic kind of ache that hollowed out my insides. “Soren, it’s almost lunch. Want to grab food with me?” Samuel’s voice broke through my thoughts like a stone through glass. He waltzed in like he always did—like the room belonged to him—carrying that crooked grin that made him both charming and impossible to ignore.

I ignored it, turning back to my wall of obsession. The Black Rose. La Rosa Nera. The syndicate that had its fingers in everything from government to police force. The same syndicate that had something to do with ny parents death...I think. I closed my eyes, memories flooding back. The screams. The heat. The whispers I'd heard that night at my uncle's house. It all felt like my life was coming to an end. Ever since, I have been nothing more than a shell of what I'd once been and that doesn't even count considering I had barely spent a decade in this world when I lost everything. I was nothing but a child.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

Valerie’s POV The club transformed into a mysterious cesspool filled with hidden vices and concealed secrets. Faded red wallpapered walls throbbed beneath dim neon lights which cast eerie shadows across the cracked leather booths. Cigarette smoke combined with stale beer and sweat filled the air to create an intoxicating atmosphere that whispered late-night confessions and desperation. I had been in places like this before—where people exchanged their dignity for a few bills and their secrets for a drink. This evening presented my opportunity to obtain one of those hidden truths.

I psychotically beamed, tilting my head ever so slowly. "You want to know why I didn't kill you in the tattoo parlour, or why I haven't stuck a bullet between your eyes between the time I entered this kitchen and now?" I mockingly questioned, not waiting for an answer as I could see his body language stiffen. "You know, I saw it, I saw the way you looked at her," I shook my head in amusement, maintaining heavy eye contact with him. "As if she was the only human being to ever exist in your eyes, you think I don't know Sebastian but I know everything, the way she makes you feel because it's the exact same way she made me feel when we were growing up," I observed as he gulped harshly, finding t

When he'd not responded at that moment, something deranged inside of me had snapped. My obsession and lust for him are insane; his momentary silence to my confession quickly released the savage beasts from me that simply wanted to devour him. It feels so amazing to take him so mercilessly, the feel of his body clasped tight around me, and his soft, repentant gaze flares something dark inside of me. I want to dominate him more and more, He constantly drives me crazy. I'm insanely greedy when it comes to him. I know he has it bad when even right now, he's murmuring my name in his sleep.

"Do you understand? I will burn down everything I have built before I let Kane or anyone else take you." Bianca stared at her, seeing the absolute conviction in Anna's eyes. The fierce protectiveness that went beyond logic or reason. "You are obsessed," Bianca whispered. "Yes. I am." Anna did not deny it. "And that obsession is what will keep you alive. What will keep you safe when rational thinking would suggest giving up or making compromises." "Even if it destroys you in the process?" "Even then." Bianca felt tears threatening. Not from fear this time, but from the overwhelming intensity of Anna's commitment. It was terrifying and touching at the same time.

Every smile, every touch, every whispered word in their lives reinforced his possession. Adrian, meanwhile, saw only devotion, care, and affection. He didn’t see the predator beneath the tenderness. He didn’t see the control threaded into every kiss, every handhold, every quiet whisper in the dark. By the end of the week, their lives had woven into a dangerous, beautiful rhythm: obsession, possession, and love, all intertwined. Evan’s dominance had become invisible to Adrian, hidden beneath gestures of care and intimacy, and Adrian’s surrender was complete, unknowing, absolute.

This was about something else, something deeper, something darker. “I watched you, Sabrina. I watched you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continued, stepping closer again, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of my jaw, his touch almost tender despite the madness in his eyes. “I wanted you. No… I needed you. And I knew from the start that you’d be mine.” I felt a chill race down my spine as his words sunk in, the weight of them pressing down on me. The truth of his obsession, the depth of it—it terrified me, but there was something else, something sickeningly intoxicating about it too.