Deadly Obsession Novels & Stories

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

"While carrying out your threat, also try to improve yourself to be more relevant around here" He walked off, leaving Andrew alone in the hallway. Andrew just stood there, staring after him, breathing hard. "I swear, Alex... just one day I will make you pay" He didn't know how right he would be. Because Andrew and M's hatred for Alex only grew after Maximilian Sterling died. The will was read a few weeks after the funeral. By the lawyer in the big conference room. And Alex inherited the sterling company The other companies in London, New York, Monaco.

Charles spread her legs wide and entered her Immediately, without wasting any time, he started drilling her hard. "Oh my!" "Baby, go faster!" "You're so good... Ahh!!" Celine moaned as he banged her harder and deeper. He suddenly stopped and turned her over the table. "Bend your ass" he ordered hoarsely. She did as he instructed and he entered her in a go. He started thrusting into her madly as he went very deep inside her. "Oh, f**k!" "Destroy me!" "I'm yours! Cripple me!" Celine moaned loudly, thankfully the room was soundproof so their moans were safe.

I smiled for the lens, picked at the ribbon, and opened it. The smell hit first, metallic and sweet in a way that made my stomach turn. Inside was a teddy bear soaked in fake blood, the fur matted dark, glass eyes staring up at me, and a card pinned to its chest. I only saw the first line before my hands stopped working. YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED AT THE GALA. The box slipped. The bear hit the studio floor with a wet sound that was too loud in the sudden quiet. I shoved back from the couch so hard the legs screeched.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

He added, Charles winked at Lena. Jeremy growled and was about to pounce on Charles. “You’re my past, we were a thing in my past life. The only reason was because I was depressed and alone you took advantage of that!. But now in this life there is no such thing as us, there is no space for you Death!!.” Lena rored. Her eyes filled with rage and her words heavy. “You only used me to gain power to dominate the world, I was your source of energy and then you tag it as love?!. How pathetic can you be?, Death!!.” Lena continued.

"Arzal will never kill you, at any cost but he is capable of killing each and every person you loved and cared about," More tears filled into her eyes because it was true but why? Why her? "But why? Why me?" She screamed at him. "Because he has become obsessed with you and his obsession for you knows no boundaries and limits of sanity," Her soul froze. Her heartbeat dropped. Nicklaus walked towards her and then gazed into her teary blue eyes. "You have become His Forbidden Obsession. A kind of obsession for which he is capable of killing his own self and any other human too," Nicklaus uttered

It might sound romantic and beautiful how the man was ready to give up on his life for her but in reality, it's not. It's dreadful. If he's enough crazy to kill someone or enough psycho to kill himself for her then he was also mad enough to go to any lengths to have her. This scares her. His obsession wasn't just a mere infatuation, it was dangerous, it was psychotic. It was scary.

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.