Deadly Obsession Novels & Stories

And I’d do it every time, until there was nothing left but fire, sweat, and obsession, until he couldn’t exist without me, and I couldn’t without him. Hands on him, feeling the faint pulse from the core embedded in him, I whispered, “We’re just getting started. And damn it, I’ll make sure you know… I own you. All of you. Every swing, every breath, every beat.” And deep in my chest, I felt it, hunger twisting sharper, darker, hungrier. Not lust. Not greed. Pure obsession. Next quest would push us harder. The next dungeon, the next monster, would be nothing but sparks for the fire we’d stoke together.

"Because the man we're discussing is a sadistic fuck with a love for developing creative methods of eradicating his enemies. This is nothing to him but a game. I suggest we all keep this in mind." "If what I know is accurate, Dioletti has been considering expanding his operation, perhaps infringing on the mystery man's holding. For once, I agree with the Russian," I said. "We need to beat the asshole at his own game." "There's more. I can tell," Drew chided, throwing his attention toward the Russian. Toli walked toward the window. "There are many layers to this game, Drew." He hesitated, before continuing. "Serena reminds me of my wife. Beautiful and so bold, a flower ready to open up to the

Elena, the most dangerous lady I’d come across in this game, was seated at the other end of the table, her leg crossed over the other, and red nails tapping lightly on the armrest. We had discussed so much, and right now, I was losing interest. Stacks of bundled cash were in open boxes between us, crisp bills pressed together like bricks. Next to them, tightly sealed bags of white powder reflected the streaks of noon sunlight cutting through the blinds. The air smelled of smoke, leather, and the raw edge of money and risk. At first, I thought we were just going to talk about the most favourable way to push large goods, but they were suddenly interested in deeper matters.

He’s just another monster who serves his Satan, he was the one who made me kill Sarah’s father, I can’t let him be because he really might hurt Sarah, I know wouldn’t kill her because I could sense Bar’s obsession for her even from miles apart. He was crazy for her; he couldn’t let anyone kill her because he decides what happens to his obsessions. He considered them his property and that’s what he thinks about Sarah. “She’s not an object, accept it before laying hands on her, you never loved her” “She’s not an object, it all must’ve started as an obsession but it’s not anymore. That day, I came to beg for her, for the first time in my life I wanted to have someone so badly that I didn’t mind

He does scare me but I refuse to show my fear. “And what if that obsession of yours will fade?” I contended, rage illuminating my entire being like a bright white light. I know how obsession works very well, but once that phase will be over. Then, I’m good as nothing but a toy he’s done playing with. And what next? He’ll discard me like I didn’t even exist in the first place. Obsession is a dangerous thing. It can make a person do anything, and by “anything,” I mean the most unbelievable of behaviors.

She continued unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing against his chest. "Why is it always black?" Hazel asked in a soft tone as she slowly touched Francisco's hard chest after pulling his shirt down. Francisco's breath was heavy. He slowly pulled Hazel closer. "Black means obsession." "And you are my obsession, honey." Their gazes locked onto each other. "Obsession is not good," Hazel said as she slowly moved closer to his face. Francisco also lowered his head. "What is good or what's not, I will decide, honey. Everything I have for you is justified."

He looked at me, and his eyes looked downcast for a second before returning to being cold. “Is she obsessed with you?” I asked. He shook his head and tried to touch me. I stepped away, and he spoke. “No, Alessia. She's not obsessed with me.” “Then it's me,” I blurted. “Why does she want my children dead? What the hell is going on?” He rubbed a hand down his face like he could wipe the guilt off it. “It's complicated.” “Complicated?” I laughed bitterly. “She's out to kill us, and you say it's complicated. What the hell are you hiding?”

She asked in surprise looking at the dead wolves all over. Cathy was still crying over June's body. I still had the heart of the wolf in my hand. My eyes were emotionless. I was standing still. I crushed the heart that was in my hand. They were shocked by looking at the havoc that took place a few minutes ago. "I can't believe it. Don't tell me she killed them alone?" Lia asked with surprise again. "But how can an omega kill the general of the Sapphire's base? And these many wolves alone?" Dylan examined one dead wolf and stated.

Said something about "It’s good to have a partner to spar with." So, what did that mean? That we were… friends? Oh, fuck. I never thought about having friends. It felt exhausting. And today, this so-called friend of mine wanted to hang out. Too bad today was also my first killing session. I grinned at the thought. I had already made a mental note to picture my father’s face as I delivered my first kill. The guy I was assigned to kill was a traitor. He worked for the enemy and was caught less than 24 hours after he joined.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."