Fierce Obsession Novels & Stories

He has seen alot of female's that was degraded to mental instability because their obsession has turned to something else and they are ready to kill anyone just to get together with the person they are obsessed with, he has being a victim of this situation for uncountable times, alot of girls who developed their obsession to a 'mental thinking' that he was meant to be their, that he was a gift from God to them so they should 'possess their possesion' he chuckled again at that. "I never thought that you would be reduced to this Emily, did you know why no one pays attention to males obsession over females?, because even though men can do anything to get what they wanted, they would never lose

The world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a sea of passion and desire. His hands roam my body, setting my skin ablaze. I arch my back, my hips thrusting upward as he touches me. I am a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. And then, in an instant, everything goes white-hot. Our bodies merge, our hearts pounding as one. The world around us dissolves into nothingness, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intensity of our passion.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

Fingers wouldfumble with buttons, tear at fabric, a raw, urgent need to feel him against her skin. Behind him, Layla pushed herself up from her stool, muttered something sharp and ugly to one of the regulars, and stalked out of the bar with the wounded grace of a predator, her anger a palpable thing in the humid air, thick and heavy like the approaching storm. Johnny didn't even turn to watch her go, his focus absolute, laser-locked on Alli. The intensity of his gaze made her head spin, a dizzying heat threatening to buckle her knees. It felt like he wanted to lay her bare right there on the

"They say love is gentle, but ours is nothing like that. Ours is furious and hungry, a raging storm I have no desire to calm." ZAFIRA ... A few hours later… The morning was coming, and with it, his mind was filled with thoughts of Zafira and her tears and accusations. Zafira was all he could think about. She was his Obsession and his obsession with her was growing stronger every day. It was never just a passing feeling; it was something deeper, something that controlled his every thought and action.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

But they don’t know my past or the twisted things I was taught for years. I spent half my life being brainwashed into believing I was born in sin, possessed by the devil. Even though I don’t believe those lies anymore, that voice still whispers that I’m doing something wrong. Clarice says it’s normal and that I’ll eventually silence it. But for now, it makes me panic at the thought of crossing any moral line. That’s why I’m so obsessed with being “good.” They’ll never fully understand. So I stay quiet. We finally reach the mall parking lot, and a wave of excitement pushes away my worries. I desperately need new clothes—my online orders still haven’t arrived—and it’s been years since I’ve bee

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Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?