Death's Obsession Audiobook Novels & Stories

I’m gonna… You’re gonna make…’ With the pain still lingering and the sound of his raspy, groaning voice so close to her ear, Opal manages to step up next to Isadora and, struggling as much as she can, believing that he isn’t wearing any protection, she growls low. ‘No, Professor… Please stop…’ Still grunting, groaning and growling in time with his hard, fast thrusts, he feels like a teenager again, and he sounds almost regretful as he groans. ‘Sorry… I can’t... Fuck, I can’t stop… Shit, Omega, you feel so good. Oh, fuck, I can’t hold it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I’m… Oh shit, I’m cumming…’

Here, I write to you, so you will live again, if in nothing else but memories of mine and others. …before I forget. Then maybe, maybe I shall be forgiven.’ The next words are smudged, incomprehensible. “Wait a minute,” Proserpina glanced at the other books then at the one in her hands, suddenly feeling an odd chill running down her spine, “Thanatos… is this story for real?” The god of death was curiously silent for a few painstaking moments and when Proserpina was about to give up, thinking that he was not going to answer, his voice came out as a sigh… like a mournful whisper.

But something tells me he’s merely putting on a show and playing at being human. All at once it comes to me with an almost physical shock; this mind-shattering observation. Death pursed his lips when he took a drag on his cigarette but for any other purpose than this, his mouth doesn’t budge. His lips are a frozen ornament when he speaks. Death has been communicating with me through telepathy! “Bravo!” Septimus Rex hisses. “Faster than the others.” Others? What does he mean others? “One thought at a time, meatball. First, let me dignify your sloppy question with a proper answer.”

I was lost and heartbroken. I decided to handle my daughter’s funeral alone. But I never expected that I would die tragically on the way to the cemetery, holding my daughter’s ashes. My body lay in the police morgue for two days, and the first person to visit me was still Austen. The successful young man knelt before my corpse, crying. My soul floated in mid-air. I wanted to hug him tightly and say thank you, but I was powerless.

With the pen in her hand, Isabella chose to play it, and an audio recording began. "Hey there, crazy lady! It's been a while, huh? Haha, I bet you never expected this. I've already become an immortal and I'm about to ascend to the heavens. This might be the last time we get to chat, and I'm sure you must be missing me terribly. So, here's a recording for you..." The voice in the audio was cheerful, without a hint of the seriousness or sorrow usually associated with farewells. Sebastian even joked about his own death, comparing it to achieving immortality.

he said, and his serious expression said he meant every word of it. "I am obsessed with you. I have been for a while now; the sight of you, the sound of your voice, your scent and your touch have been my obsession. You are the light in the darkness I have lived in my entire life, the reason I dare to dream for a future. The reason my life started meaning anything to me," he said and looked into my eyes possessively.

"Then call him! Please!" Tony dialed his number immediately. The phone buzzed twice before he picked up. "Doctor Tonyyy!" Rick's voice boomed over the loud music. "You remembered me today? What's up? Tony shut his eyes. Of course Rick was at a club. Rumor had it that Hales' company held an auction that evening, yet afterward he chose to go to the club, no matter how exhausted he must have been. How crazy is Rick...? . The screams, laughter and booming music became more intense.

I follow soon after, burying myself as deep as possible, marking her from the inside while whispering dark, filthy truths against her ear. Afterward, we lie tangled on her narrow bed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. The diamond ring still sits on the desk like an accusation. Mirella turns her head to look at me. Her voice is quieter now, but no less stubborn. “You’re going to get us both killed one day with this obsession.” I stroke her hair, fingers possessive even in the aftermath. “I’ll kill everyone else first.” She huffs a tired laugh. “You’re impossible.”

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He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g