Deadly Obsession Novels & Stories

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

"You're not thinking straight. This obsession is going to destroy everything we've built!" "My 'obsession' is keeping us alive!" Lorenzo shot back, his voice a low, dangerous growl. The Alpha dominance in it was real, and it made the hairs on my neck stand up. "Or have you forgotten who we're dealing with? Or are you too busy feeling sorry for yourself?"

“Why are you relieved? Aren’t you the one trying to kill your brothers all the time?” “That’s the thing, Nes! I want to kill him. He can’t die before I assassinate him. In fact, none of my brothers can die before I kill them or it would ruin everything. I have OCD, you know? Obsessive-Compulsive Desire to be the one who takes them down — no one can outdo me, not even death.” “Hmm. Makes sense,” Nesryn said with a shrug.

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

Her breathing started to stop. Then he released her. "You'll be confined to your room from now on," he said. "Ok" Her lips were trembling. He leaned on her neck, took a deep breath and began to take off her scent. Her scent was driving him crazy. He became intoxicated. It was the scent of his blood that was pressing his mouth. He put his hand over his mouth and barely backed away. "Go from here…Go" he roared helplessly. "I don't want to hurt you please go" He was helpless and backed away. He was restraining himself with his hands on his mouth. This desire had never been so strong before today. This girl was very special.

I can't differentiate between my limbs, everything hurts, from my head down to my toes, everything hurts and it is so cold, why is it so cold and warm at the same time? Water. I need to drink water. "Look look, she is trying to say something." "Well, lean closer and hear what she has to say." "Why can't you do it?" "What if she bites my ears off or something?" Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. I kept chanting that silently in my head until I felt one of them lean closer and I could smell the heavy scent of a wolf and blood mixed. My sense organs are not usually this sharp unless it is... a full moon. No wonder.

As his anger boiled, he forgot everything else, every other thing that matters as the only thoughts In his mind were. Kill that b@astard!! It was so surreal as West watched her knight in dark and scary amor... Lincoln was so tall in the small room, his eyes had deepened a lot as he stood coldly... Like a god, in slow motion, he raised his foot and took a step towards Shawn, every step he took... Doom speaks! He didn't look West's way as to him, his mind had captured Shawn and he wouldn't be able to rest if he didn't finish him....

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.

He seemed so calm, so normal, compared to the psychopath I saw for the first time. Kyle found his way into my head, his voice telling me that I shouldn't go near the black rose. That it was dangerous and I didn't want to deal with that. I'd need a really convincing excuse if I wanted the NHPD off my back, but nothing that came to my mind seemed to make sense. I couldn't fake an accident or anything , and I could definitely not tell them the truth. And even if I managed to come with a convincing enough excuse, it wasn't going to throw Kyle off. We've known each other for years, had each other's back when either of us needed it. And Kyle, he's always been there for me, but he never really unde

t and likely kill Johnny himself, not Layla, with her gossipy nature and sharp eyes, not the old men with their rambling stories and leering eyes that seemed to miss noth- ing. It was their secret, a dangerous, intoxicating !re that they fed in stolen mo- ments and couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how much trouble it promised, no matter how many warnings they gave themselves. Tonight, it felt even more dangerous than usual, the air thick with unspoken longing, heavy with the weight of their shared secret. She could feel it thrum- ming in her veins, a restless energy that made her hands tremble slightly as she wiped down the bar,