Death's Obsession Book Novels & Stories

“But this time, she won’t be so lucky.” Hazel’s heart started pounding. Louder. Faster. “I will kill her.” No distortion could hide that intent. Cold. Certain. Final. “I want her dead.” Silence followed. Heavy. Unavoidable. And for the first time— Hazel felt it clearly. This wasn’t just instructions anymore. This was obsession. Hazel nodded quickly. “I won’t mess up. I promise.” Another pause. Then— “Make sure you don’t.” And in that moment—

Those horrific, disgusting bastards needed to pay for what they’d done. “All of the people affected were young…” Phillip began, with a timid expression on his face, “…and they had their whole lives ahead of them. All of these murders were done in the same city, and drugs are connected to each of these murders.” He broke off his sentence, shaking his fists angrily. “The very city in which the Russian Mafia own their corrupt enterprise, Indigo Limited. The very city where they conduct their operations!” “Boss, I understand,” I mumbled.

My instincts couldn't help but scream for me to touch it. So I reached for it. And as the wax cracked under my fingers, I said my prayers silently. That whatever truth hid inside won't be the kind that destroys. But deep down, I already knew that truths like these never saves. It only revealed more dangerous secrets.

*Trigger warning for this book. Murder, talk of sexual assault, suicide, descriptive death scenes* I stood in blackness, darker than anything I have seen or felt before, it pulsed through me. It was me. My parent's bodies under my feet were twisted and bloodied, indicating a death that was anything but painless; I knew they fought back until the very end. Blood was the only thing that I could smell; its thick tang coated the air, coated my hands. I knew they were there, but my head was clouded, my vision blurry from the moment I stumbled upon them.

I had no idea when my…fascination for Kayla grew to this extent. After seeing her for the first time at the crèche parking lot, I felt drawn to her, and the next time at the club, I took that opportunity and offered my proposal that night. Recently though, my fascination for Kayla was growing from mere infatuation into something else. Something more sinister. I refused to put a name on it. But seeing her laugh and bat her fucking eyelashes at a man wearing goddamn colorful khaki shorts, and watching him blatantly undress her with his eyes right on my fucking sidewalk in public, has my blood boiling.

One of them wouldn't have made me His Obsession and the other wouldn't have wanted to own me, come what may. Maybe I would have been alive, living as happy as my family made me. Why did I die? It's because I couldn't leave without one of them, but the one I want, didn't really want me as much and it killed me, it took away my very soul. I will stop scaring you now so that you will be patient enough to read this story, my story. So please, stay around because I will want you to tell me in the end if I was wrong or right.

I came with a broken moan, my walls convulsing around my fingers as fresh slick gushed down my hand. But even as the orgasm faded, the curiosity remained. How long until Damien uncovered the truth? How would he react when he realized the woman he was obsessed with was the ghost of the omega his brother had murdered? And how much longer could I keep fighting the pull before I lost myself completely in the man I was supposed to destroy? The secret network was growing stronger in the shadows. Damien’s obsession was deepening with every passing day. And I stood in the center of it all , wet, conflicted, and more curious than ever about how this dangerous game would finally end.

He was so obsessed with me, and was so desperate for me, that he would go to any lengths. He had gone through all this trouble, and had killed his own men, just so he could have his way. He was the definition of obsessed. And, I knew once an obsession had taken hold, there was no stopping it. He was not going to stop until he had me. Until he had my body and soul. The thought alone made my blood turn cold. Was I really back to square one? Back to where it had all started. Was I ever going to get away? Was I ever going to have a life outside of Viktor?

"But before that, you're going to die first. Go beg him for forgiveness when you see him over on the other side." Henry's eyes opened wide with terror. "No! Jessica! Don't! Ah...!" In this world that was named "Twisted Love", the female lead, Jessica, finally showed just how obsessive she could truly be. Only this time, I was no longer the object of her obsession. The culprit who had caused my death became her obsession instead. She did not let Henry die quickly, and his screams from the basement did not stop for three full days until later on the third night.

"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.