Death's Obsession Book Novels & Stories

“If you die now… How could I ever repay your love? I don’t like owing others anything…” The loss of blood weakened him. He signed heavily when he heard her calling out his name. “You don’t owe me anything… I just want to love you, with all my heart, so that I will have no regrets for loving you. Even if I die here tonight…” his body shook from the cold, and he tried to hold her just a little tighter, just to keep himself a little warmer using her body’s heat.

“I stopped running when I found you.” “Then what is this?” I gestured at the fire outside, the bodies, the red reflection in his eyes. “Because this isn’t love. This is obsession with a corpse.” His expression cracked. “You think I don’t know that?” I took a step closer, heart hammering. “Then why do it?” “Because when they took you,” he said, voice breaking, “I saw it happen again.” “What?” “You dying.” He clenched his jaw, trembling. “It was the same scream. The same blood. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t lose you again.”

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

Death offers nothing to admire, be it the pale skin of the corpse, the stiff joints, the cloudy eyes, the dilated pupils, the decomposed skin, or the white maggots wriggling around. However, taking someone's life, the process of turning something alive into something dead, stealing that divine power, is what drives people insane. When the final shovel of dirt is thrown, it's as if she has buried the hesitant, wavering human beneath the deep pit. The respectful driver with his hands behind his back stood solemnly waiting for him to enter. Alexandra Dhara, with his hand, expressed her desire to enter first, in a very natural and gentle manner.

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

"But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't. Evan's convinced himself that if he can just get me alone, if he can just make his case, somehow I'll remember what we had and come back to him." "Even though he murdered you," Damian said, his voice tight with controlled anger. "Especially because he murdered me," I corrected. "In his twisted logic, my death and resurrection proved how much I meant to him, proved that our connection was powerful enough to transcend mortality. He's rewritten the entire narrative in his head to make himself the protagonist rather than the villain."

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear. He guffawed as he swung his bat and walked on the shards of glass. He opens the zipper of his leather jacket, ignoring the yelps of the staff of the hotel. He pulls out a thick black book, with skull carvings on its cover. This is the Death Book, the list of humans who are destined to die. But he is not here to act as a grim reaper; he is here to act like a murderer. He flips the pages and hides them back in his jacket. A purple orb flew above him, leaving a trail of purple glitters. The orb sliced itself into two, making a Pacman with a purple color.