Dark Obsession Novels & Stories

“And every single day that you stay inside this house by my side, you simply become more permanently mine. I do not want a tough club princess to ride on my bike, Tessa. I just want my Tessa. I want you shy. I want you brave. I want you a virgin. I want you stubborn. I want every single hidden piece of who you are.” He pulled my bare chest tight against his body after that, holding me close until it was just skin against skin in the dark room, his massive hand moving in slow, soothing circles down the length of my spine to calm my racing mind. The deep intimacy building between us in the quiet bedroom wasn't just a physical thing anymore—it felt significantly deeper, darker, and more permane

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

he was consumed by a dark, suffocating obsession. The Lycan Princes were publicly claiming her, shielding her, and dragging her into their world. Dave stared at the ceiling, his blood burning with filthy, bitter desire. 'She was supposed to be mine,' Dave thought, his eyes turning dark and psychotic. 'She lives in my basement. She eats my scraps. And now I can't even fucking touch her.'

Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone. The Darkness's influence lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had manipulated my emotions, amplifying every negative sentiment until it became almost unbearable. Anger, grief, despair, and fury… all these feelings had been magnified, distorted, and twisted to serve The Darkness's sinister purposes. Its presence had been a constant catalyst, fueling my pain and nudging me toward destructive choices. And it worked, exploiting my vulnerabilities with devastating precision.

Trying to get it off me, I don't want him near me! "Don't touch me!" I spit at him and lean my head on the wall when my vision gets blurry. I try to fight it as much as I can but it's a lost cause. Black spots start to dance in front of my eyes before it all become black. The last thing I register is his scent calming my senses before I give in to the darkness!

then, and only then, would I allow myself to revel in the exquisite gratification his suffering would bring me. My lust for revenge burned with the intensity of a billion supernovas, the obsession all-consuming in its voracious need to be fulfilled. Scar and his wretched coven would soon learn there were no limits I wasn't willing to defile, no depravities too heinous to perpetrate, so long as the result was Sebastian's downfall. No line would stay uncrossed, no matter how many innocent lives were sacrificed along the path of destruction I would blaze. Those fleeting remains of humanity that had briefly given me pause were now slain, cast aside as easily as dried husks in the wind. I had emb

************** The evening was shrouded in dark lights as Marco and his goons approached Santiago's house. As they entered the house, Marco's eyes fell upon Santiago, a broken figure standing before him. The scent of fear clung to the air, mingling with the weight of desperation. The room was stifling, suffocated by the oppressive tension that hung in the air. Elena's father stood trembling before the imposing figure of Marco Moretti, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His voice wavered as he spoke, each word carrying the weight of his desperation. "P-please, Mr Marco," he stammered, "I beg you for mercy. I... I need more time to find the money. My family..."

I changed the flowing shower to cold water and let it wash the hotness off my body. Moments later, I was back in the room, dressed and ready to sleep for the night. But every time I closed my eyes, she was all I could see. Every single thing kept reminding me of her. I took different positions, changed my posture countless times, but Caelia still didn’t stop running through my mind. It was like she was a leech that couldn’t be removed. There was no denying it anymore; I was fucking obsessed with her! Good or bad type of obsession? I didn’t know which one, but all I knew was that I wanted her so badly. The obsession kept growing when I tried to stay away from her. The thoughts of her just wou

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

I was practically a sex-addicted slut who slept with different people almost every day, but I swear on everything I love, I really couldn’t control it. My body always seemed to have a mind of its own. Always reacting. Always needing. Always begging for release. And if I didn’t give in, I couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t be in my right mind. And that… was my dirty secret. I had promised myself never to let my mom find out. Never to let him find out. The towering man who stood beside me, his expression cold and unwavering. The richest and most dangerous man in the entire United States. A man both feared and respected. A man who made my heart pound and my body burn, reac