Deadly Obsession Novels & Stories

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

Even now the need to see her burned through my veins. He was fucking wrong. .. This craving... Obsession and dark desire that seeks to burn me from within. It runs too deeply, even on to the innermost darkest part of me, it couldn't be gotten rid of that easily . It wouldn't end until we are both consumed by the flames "She doesn't want you , that's why she chose to leave .You fucking want her back? Then you gotta get up from this god damned bed and stand on your feet once again. "

Had this become some kind of fever dream brought on by too much champagne and twenty-million-dollar diamonds? It sounded like nonsense… possessive, unhinged nonsense, but when I finally worked up the courage to peek through my fingers, the look on his face stopped the retort dead in my mouth. He wasn't laughing. He didn't look stupid or drunk. He looked... serious. Deadly serious. Like a man who had calculated every move, every word, and was now simply watching the trap close around me. It wasn't just desire burning in his eyes; it was a dark, shimmering obsession that felt like it could swallow me whole.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

the madness for his belonging was clearly seen in his eyes, which intensified her fear because he was sounding like that deadly obsessor, who could destroy anyone or anything just to have his claim over his obsession. He could kill anyone for his obsession. Anisia looked away from him because his mere gaze felt too intimidating to her, especially when she was being so close to him. It made her get that irrational thought inside her mind like he was talking about her, but this was impossible. They both were completely strangers to each other. They both knew nothing about each other, except for their names, and it should stay like this…. right? Anisia roamed her eyes around her surroundings wh

A small hiccup escaped her as they rolled sideways into the pillow. She had no one. Only herself. She stared at the wall as her chest tightened. He wouldn’t come. Not even if she stripped and walked around the entire house naked. That would only lead to more punishment and the mutilation of some innocent soldier’s body parts. And then the guilt was going to eat away at her. Cesare knew exactly what he was doing. A master manipulator. He killed them knowing she would blame herself. Knowing watching them suffer would punish her more than anything he could do to her.

They both laid fully unclad with the duvet covering their bodies. "You're so sweet. But would you mind going easy on me next time?" she asked as her finger tickled his chest. He chuckled and kept silent for a moment. He thought about the night he had murdered Galina. The same dark energy he had released on her was what he was doing to Sara. He knew he had to be careful,otherwise he would kill someone's daughter. "Though I seem to enjoy it this way," she said again and he smiled as he rubbed his hand on her back.

he says and kisses my shoulder, I shiver from his touch! "how long have I been unconscious?" I ask and look at him when he turns his head and looks at the watch. "Almost for a whole day!" he says and I had guessed it by the sight of it being morning when we were in the forest and now it's morning again. Then I remember Sam telling me Aziel was a feared Mafia boss, does it mean he is bad or why does he have that reputation? I can understand he can seem frightening especially when he is angry then what has he done to others to get that reputation?

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about