Death's Obsession Book 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.

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.”

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

It was a chilling and dreadful moment. He committed suicide! Silence screamed all over everyone. Cops ran to the downstairs to pick up the dead body. And there was Avyana. Silence echoes inside her soul. " Death is the last bound of obsession " Author note: Here is the ending of sinful obsession. You guys going to curse me now lol.

"Yeah I know you can get obsessive about that. I think all those conversations you've had with the scientists in Hell flipped a switch in you." Lucifer was curious about Death's uneasiness. "Did Zach not take the information well?" "He took it well, too well even. I think he's desensitized to a lot of things." Death's eyes were to the floor. Lucifer looked back at Peter. "I promise I won't go on another rambling." He faced Death again. "You have a lot of knowledge about this world. I know you've always dodged the question for fear of me getting obsessive, but do you have any ideas about the inconsistencies?"

The man who had killed me had ensured my silence, and I knew that I had to maintain the facade, no matter how desperate I was to confide in Raphael. As the night wore on, I found myself grappling with a strange, morbid fascination with my newfound state. Being dead was a surreal experience, and yet, I couldn't deny the thrill of possessing dark, otherworldly power. It was a twisted, alluring sensation, one that I knew I should fear, but couldn't help feeling drawn to.

Collapsing onto the sofa, he rubbed his forehead wearily, the weight of his emotions pressing down upon him like a suffocating blanket. Unable to shake the image of Hazel from his mind, Francisco found himself consumed by a relentless desire that left him unable to focus on anything else. In that moment of quiet desperation, he realized that his obsession with Hazel had become his undoing, a force that threatened to consume him entirely. As Francisco sat alone in the dimly lit library, enveloped in the turmoil of his own thoughts, a sudden knock on the door shattered the silence that surrounded him. "Francisco, are you here?" Max's voice cut through the stillness, his concern evident in his

I ignored it, turning back to my wall of obsession. The Black Rose. La Rosa Nera. The syndicate that had its fingers in everything from government to police force. The same syndicate that had something to do with ny parents death...I think. I closed my eyes, memories flooding back. The screams. The heat. The whispers I'd heard that night at my uncle's house. It all felt like my life was coming to an end. Ever since, I have been nothing more than a shell of what I'd once been and that doesn't even count considering I had barely spent a decade in this world when I lost everything. I was nothing but a child.

Sarah said and Emma nodded. "I know Sarah but I can't fall into the risk of getting pregnant especially by him! No way Sarah. Don't worry everything's going to be fine. I just want him to set his eyes on someone else and then he might forget me" Emma could only hope but she was clearly wrong as she was his passion. His obsession. His drug and his will to live. Without her in his life, Damien wouldn't be able to bear it and might hurt everyone around him.

"Selena is playing with his son's feelings. He might just slowly starve Emmen since he doesn't need to destroy you right away. "They have plenty of money to burn and will just strangle you to death slowly. Within a year, Emmen will become a thing of the past," Zachary explained. Joey fell silent.