Deadly Obsession Novels & Stories

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

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.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

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?

He reminds me of, well, me—a little broken but still fighting. “Time to make this day my bitch, but no smoking for you,” I say, hopping up out of bed and putting on some new workout leggings and a T-shirt. Deadpool is on the front saying, Yeah, I’d do me. I sweep my hair into a french braid and head out to the den of the house I share with Penelope. Her mom left it to her after she passed away, and it’s in a quiet neighborhood near campus. No one else appears to be up yet—thank God—so I bring up the YouTube channel on the TV for my yoga session of the day.

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

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

Isabella had started as a tool, as leverage, as a way to gather intelligence and hurt Dimitri. But somewhere along the way, she'd become something else. She'd become an obsession. And obsessions were dangerous. Obsessions made men make mistakes. Obsessions got people killed. Luca had seen it before. Dante had been fixated on revenge against Dimitri since Salvatore died. But this thing with Isabella, this was different. This was something that was taking root deep in Dante's psyche. If Luca wasn't careful, if he didn't manage this properly, the obsession with Isabella was going to be what destroyed Dante.