Fierce Obsession Novels & Stories

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

Her eyes fluttered shut for a brief second, then opened slowly—heavy, hungry, unhinged. The wine on her breath mixed with expensive perfume, creating a haze thick enough to choke. Her pupils were blown wide, her lips slightly parted. There was something feral in her gaze now, something that hinted this wasn’t simply seduction. It was obsession. She held my stare as though she were savouring it. “The more you reject me,” she whispered, “the more I want you. I don’t want easy men. I want you. All of you. Your anger. Your cruelty. Your dominance.”

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

What had left him with a lasting impression he would be unable to forget were the gazes of several individuals identified as threats of the highest order. The gazes that even now he could remember all too clearly. The gazes that spoke of one thing - the same thing he now found within Levi’s gaze, the same thing that evoked a feeling of profound dread in Trey - Obsession. An overpowering, reckless, fanatical fixation that knew no bounds nor reason. A reckless infatuation from a maniac that would stop at nothing to realize their own obsession, rendering everything and everyone, including themselves, expendable. That focused gaze could only see one thing and one thing alone - the only thing tha

He was the one letting me do as I pleased. Possessive and dominating. This intensity should have made me scared. His obsession should have turned on every alarm in my head but it fucking didn't. My core clenched and cried more, begging for something forbidden. I craved more, I needed more than just the sparks from his lips. More than just his tongue teasing my tongue like he was fucking my mouth. I needed to be touched I wanted him to show me how only he could make me undone in ways no one can. His obsession wasn’t my burden; it was my favourite sin. The one I returned to every time I swore I’d quit

“Not anymore.” I felt trapped beneath him, completely and utterly caged. His body pressed into mine, firm and unyielding, while his eyes stared down at me with a fire that made my skin crawl. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even lust. It was obsession. Pure, raw, unfiltered madness disguised behind a broken man’s smile. “You don’t get it yet, do you?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face like we were lovers in some twisted fairytale. “You think you’re still in control. That you’re still yours.”

Amira felt like screaming in pure rage. Her fist clenched, her artificial nails digging into her flesh injuring her but she didn't care. "Who does that bitch thinks she is gaining all the attention and favours wherever she went?" Amira thought jealously her anger boiling. She felt like rushing to the stage and scratching her stupid face.

But the way he leaned toward her, the way her hand brushed his arm—it was like a spark igniting in my chest, scorching through my veins. Cameron’s voice barely registered in my ears. Tiffany said something about my "weird mood," but I couldn’t focus on anything except the rage and possessiveness boiling inside me. Aria laughed at something he said, her hand barely brushing his arm. He didn’t move away. I clenched my jaw, gripping my drink so hard that I nearly cracked the plastic cup in my hand. I couldn’t go to him, not while I was still sitting with Cameron and Tiffany in the cafeteria. But every second of watching him smile at her, watching her light up under his attention, felt like fire

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.