Fierce Obsession Novels & Stories

What I craved. But they never lasted. No one could. They always broke. No one could receive my hunger and feed my starvation till satisfaction. Inside me laid a beast waiting to be tamed. Toying with my latest addition was my new favorite obsession. She had some fire in her, and her defiant stare that looked like staring into the abyss, did things to me. I found myself intoxicated by the sheer scent of her. It drove me wild. I liked wild. I loved watching as she fought against the odds. Seeing her feel that ghost of fear that crawled like spiders underneath her porcelain skin. I want to hurt her so fucking good. And Gods… I wanted to fuck her so good.

Zoey's brother's one of the members and I can get in through him ~ ~ Unlike you who's baseless and has no use to me, Zoey has shown greater potentials and she's one of the most beautiful she-wolves I've set my eyes on ~ I ball my fists in annoyance as his words poison my heart like venom. He broke up with me just because of his obsession for the SGBC and here's his favourite biker standing right in front of me. I swear I want to strangle him. "You're drunk, tell me your address and I'll take you home." He moves closer and when he holds my waist, I freeze. The burning sensation the rougues left on my skin suddenly dissipate and my body is calm again.

“You wouldn’t…” “I would.” He nipped my earlobe, possessive and cruel. “I killed a man in front of you already. I came back covered in blood for you. Don’t test how far my obsession goes when it comes to keeping you. Behave, and they live. Simple.” I felt trapped. Vulnerable. Small. Yet the tension between our wet bodies refused to die. His hard muscles against my back, his possessive grip, the way his voice dropped into that filthy, obsessive tone- it all twisted something dark inside me I refused to name.

I was no longer just his possession. I was becoming his obsession. And in the dangerous world of the mafia, obsessions like this… never ended quietly.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

Never underestimate the power of a woman. She looks weak doesn’t mean she is helpless. You never know how much pain she went through to grow to be tough. *** Ansel was possessed by his anger. His jawlines were more clearly imprinted. They showed his anger. Qeiza’s confrontation made his blood boil. He was getting eager to eat her. The position of his hands that kept pressing Qeiza increased his Ansel’s blood circulation. Not only because of anger, but also for there’s something inside him that wanted Qeiza’s body.

Damon heard what I said and just smirked. "You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening. There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

I was always in control of my emotions, but now I felt like I was losing my grip. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to find the woman again. I stood up abruptly, and began to search for her around the club. But she was nowhere to be found. I felt a surge of disappointment and anger, and I found myself walking towards the window looking out for her. I found her in the dance floor, dancing with some unknown girl, laughing and smiling happily as her body moved to the rhythm of the music. Her smile was captivating, exposing her front row of teeth, and I felt the sudden urge to have it all to myself. My fist clenched, wishing I was the one dancing with her. The music suddenly changed to that

“You’re irresistible.” Sienna didn’t flinch. Didn’t turn. Her voice was calm, precise. “That’s… flattering.” “You don’t understand,” he said, stepping closer. “It’s not just about attraction. It’s—” His voice broke slightly, revealing the raw, unfiltered truth beneath his control. “It’s about every part of you I can’t own, can’t command, and yet can’t ignore. You… defy me in every way. And I hate it. And I… love it.”

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "