Dark Obsession Novels & Stories

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

Dante laughed and laughed like a maniac and only the darkness surrounded him. *** Deep within the hideout, the air hung heavy with malevolence. Claire, trapped in her restraints and confined within a dark cage, could sense the presence of evil all around her. She strained her senses, trying to make sense of her surroundings and find a way to escape. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the chamber. Cassandra, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice, emerged from the shadows. Her form seemed to meld with the darkness itself, making her an ominous figure in the dimly lit room.

"I summon thee, Azserroke, Demon of darkness. I ask for a trade. Take this life and trade it for that of Isabell Grey. Unite her body, mind, and soul once again. Bring them here to me." The runes glowed green again. The gasses in the jars broke, releasing scents of marshmallows and smoky ash into the air. Matei's mouth opened, the darkness from him seeped out of his body as his golden sliver of a soul rose out of his silent scream. As soon as the darkness left him, his horrified scream filled my ears. I clamped my hands to my ears. The forest flickered with darkness. Matei's body fell into a heap. The body vanished for a single instant and was replaced by one in white scrubs and dark hair. T

His mouth crashes into mine again And then he’s lifting me pressing me to the tile, entering me again with no warning. “Tell me what you are,” he growls. “Yours,” I cry. “Yours…..fuck only yours—”I groan out and He fucks me through it. In the water under the steam and In the haze of something darker than lust, sharper than love. Obsession.

“Who are we to judge? They all look the same on the inside with all this useless covering gone. Take away all the decorations and we are all as ugly. We hide demons devoid of conscience inside ourselves; we keep them hidden in the secretive corners of our hearts, livers, lungs. It is our job to bring them into day light, to let them burn in the purge of the illumination. Which is exactly what she must be going through now.” The cold voice grew an edge of lust. “Her hidden demons are contorted in spasms of agony as we speak. They twist and writhe in time with the physical spasms of her body. See her squirm and groan! That is her darker side answering to the caress of light.”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I didn't want to be alone. I curled up on the bed to try to get some sleep. The dream of darkness and its embrace came upon me again. I felt myself willingly sinking into the twisted vines that surrounded me, their inky tendrils weaving around my form. Strange satisfaction washed over me as I welcomed the suffocating darkness, allowing it to consume me. My heart pounded with a bizarre excitement, and a wave of ecstasy engulfed my senses. This time, the voice that usually commanded me to scream remained silent.

“No? I’d never tell you no. Do it. Fuck my ass, boss. Show me how dark you really are.” With one vicious thrust, he buried himself in her ass. Francesa screamed, her nails raking the hood, body shaking from the raw invasion. But instead of begging him to stop, she pushed back against him, her voice filthy. “Yes! Yes, that’s it—fuck my ass like you mean it! You want to ruin me? Do it here, over the dead men, in the dark, make me your whore.” Elijah grunted, lost in the madness, slamming into her ass harder, blood smearing across her skin from his grip. His other hand reached between her legs, rubbing her clit until she sobbed with pleasure and pain.

it was more than just a lust. It was something much more dark, deep and cruel than lust, because his intentions for her had already stepped inside the most deadliest door of obsession. And Anisia failed to comprehend it at that moment. “Do not think again that you can use me to claim your victory, Nevan Morelli,” she said to him while peering into his menacingly hungry eyes, which did ignite something inside her too. Something, extremely foreign and somehow…immoral too. Anisia grasped her clothes which he was holding, and then she tried to snatch her clothes apart from his hand, but his hold around her clothes had turned extremely rough.

But nobody saw what happened after hours, when the neon lights "ickered and the air hung thick with secrets. Nobody saw him slip through the back door, the shadows swallowing him until he was nothing but asilhouette against the dim light. Nobody saw him press her against the cold, unforgiving surface of the office desk, the papers scattering like fallen leaves.Nobody saw the desperation in his hands as he pushed her skirt up, the frantic urgency of a man starved for something he couldn't name. And nobody saw how she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a vine, her nails digging into his back. Nobody heard the soft, desperatesounds she made, how she bit down on his shoulder