Death's Obsession Book Novels & Stories

What if? I groan internally. This is exactly why I don’t like going out—because my brain just refuses to let things be simple. No, it has to make everything seem like a conspiracy. After a while, I get lost in the pages of my book, trying to drown out the worries gnawing at me, but then, of course, something shifts. The world around me feels... off. It’s too still. Too normal. Yesterday, it felt like I was living in some high-stakes thriller. Everyone in that room—everyone—was glaring at each other, like the slightest wrong move would set off an explosion. Maybe a purge. Who knows? Definitely not the kind of vibe I want to relive.

Money always talks and I have more than enough right now. My strength was beginning to ebb; my poundings came at longer intervals; my feet beat the painstakingly slow rhythm of a burial march. I drew in ragged breath after another, inviting the foul fingers back into my throat again and again – a demented adult film of sickening proportions. A squeak from rusty hinges; someone was coming in – or going out, I realized. They were leaving him there to die of hunger and thirst. No! No, no, no, no!

DEATH said. Jeremy stared at DEATH he wondered what would be the sacrifice.DEATH knew that as at this time Jeremy was going to put anything on the table to get Lena's soul. “What’s the sacrifice??!!” Jeremy yelled he gazed at Death with his dark eyes. “I want you” DEATH said. “You see you will make a good addition to my collection” DEATH continued,he ran his hands on Jeremy's shoulder moving from side to side,whispering things to Jeremys ears.

Where there was nothing but darkness. Rachel P. O. V. I felt like I was floating in the air. What happened??? Am I dead ??? So many questions were running through the answer to any one of them... Maybe I am dead that's why I feel at peace, why can't I open my eyes and see anything except for darkness ??? Maybe that's what death feels like !!! When finally I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness... I was not even able to see myself... “Please help me, somebody !!!”

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.

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The morgue smelled of antiseptic and death. Cold fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like dying insects, casting harsh shadows across the steel table. I stood there, arms wrapped tightly around my middle, staring at Roland’s pale, lifeless face. His skin had taken on that waxy, unnatural tone that no living person ever possessed. There were no obvious wounds, no bruises, nothing to explain why a healthy thirty-year-old man who had fucked me senseless just hours earlier now lay motionless under a thin white sheet.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

“I can’t… stop wanting you.” I pressed her against the wall, hands roaming possessively, lips capturing hers in a kiss that burned hotter than any flame in the city below. “Good,” I growled. “Because I don’t just want you. I own you. And anyone who tries to touch you… dies in the memory of my obsession.” The night stretched on — a storm of heat, desire, and obsession. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered possessive vow reminded us both that there was no going back. Sebastian Velez would never release what was his. And Ocean… she never wanted to escape.

The designer puled out a knife from her bag and smiled at the crowed. I slammed the book shut with a loud groan and threw it across the room. I'd bought this book in hopes of getting an inspiration to try and get a design out. But from the beginning up to the part of the first run way show, the entire book was about a creepy designer stealing corpses and is obsessed with dressing them up. There was a whole weird chapter dedicated to how obsessed she was about measuring their sizes and trying to find the right fabric to make the dresses because the longer the body stays in her basement, the more decomposed they get. So she needed a clothe that would fit them at any size.

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.