Fierce Obsession Novels & Stories

In his steel-gray eyes, I saw something dangerous. Obsession. And I was terrified of how much I wanted to return for the next “appointment.”

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

"...Matt will not allow you to do this either." I think I might have said the wrong thing, because her expression seemed to harden at the mention of Matt. "Don't you dare mention his name again!" She hissed, her eyes flaring. She suddenly chuckled cruelly, "Oh dear, it appears you really do not know him that well, do you?" Her lips formed a sickenly sweet smile that was anything but innocent. "He would not allow this, sure. But only because he would rather put you through the hell himself. Just like he did before." She chuckled. "He is obsessed with you, and you know what obsession does to a person? It makes you run insane! That is what Matt is going through because of you." With those words

That almost made things worse. "Then what was I?" Dante stared at her with something dark and conflicted moving behind his eyes, like he genuinely didn't know how to answer. In that moment Ariana understood something terrifying, Dante Cole hadn't made that bet because he wanted attention. He'd made it because he was obsessed. But obsession wasn't love. It was hunger, possession, and control, and Ariana had spent her whole life surviving men who wanted ownership instead of understanding. Her father, her ex, and now Dante. Never again.

His entire aura drew me in, grabbing me by the collar and forcing me to follow. I took a step closer, watching as he shifted in his seat. How could someone be so exquisite? The mere sight of him had my pulse racing. My breath hitched, something inside me snapping. Fuck. What was this feeling? I'd never felt it before. It wasn’t love or lust. It was something much darker. More twisted. Like it crawled from the bottom of hell and wrapped around my throat. Obsession. I wanted him. All of him. Every twitch, every whisper, every clumsy, flustered movement that screamed "break me", "use me as you see fit" and damn did I want to do just that. I wanted to ruin this pretty little thing till there was

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

It was a tangible reminder of that fleeting moment of vulnerability, that brief glimpse into Dante’s past. Her initial observations of him had been purely fear-driven – a monster, a kidnapper, a ruthless overlord. But now, with the journal’s revelations and that unsettling moment of tenderness, she began to see layers. His obsession with her wasn’t just about revenge against Lorenzo, or even about punishing her for Isabella’s perceived sin. It was about something far more profound, something deeply personal. He wasn't just demanding her soul to inflict pain; he was demanding it to fill a void, to reclaim a piece of himself that had been torn away.

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

"You're still pure, aren't you? You haven't been thrown out of your own home. You have never lost anything you worked for. So how can you understand how I feel?" Cathe froze, stunned. "You have no right to tell me how to settle this," Audrey added coldly. The room fell very silent. Tony got closer to Audrey and lowered his voice while speaking to her, only she could hear. "Audrey... please. I know you. And I know this anger would never help you. Just think about Liam and lèa." Her breathing slowed and her body gradually relaxed. The fire in her eyes dimmed leaving pain only behind. Tony gently released her.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his