Hate Obsession Novels & Stories

One of them wouldn't have made me His Obsession and the other wouldn't have wanted to own me, come what may. Maybe I would have been alive, living as happy as my family made me. Why did I die? It's because I couldn't leave without one of them, but the one I want, didn't really want me as much and it killed me, it took away my very soul. I will stop scaring you now so that you will be patient enough to read this story, my story. So please, stay around because I will want you to tell me in the end if I was wrong or right.

"Ms. Sanders, I would like to discuss something with you. Do you have time for dinner?" Selena frowned, surprised. "What can we possibly discuss between us?" Having dinner with someone else was not something new to her. After all, she had had many dinners with different clients. "Plenty of things," said Hanson politely. Selena donned an indifferent face. "I highly doubt it. Also, I hate your sister, Yvonne. One thing about me is that when I hate someone, I hate the people close to them, too. "So, get out of my sight. I'm not polite like Joey."

She becomes more angry . She remembers yesterday his face covered with blood.other people was right he was a devil.If she didnt obey him will he also kill her? She becomes afraid and slips a litttle back from his grip. How can there be someone who kills without blinking his eye. Didnt he think about his family ? .

Alli stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't blink, didn't move, holding her breath until her lungs burned and her head swam. Inside, her insides twistedinto a hard, tight knot of something hot and ugly. It wasn't heartbreak—not exactly, not yet. It was something messier, something more primal. It was the choking, humiliating twist of jealousy, sharp enough to make her want to smash a beer bottle against the wall, scream until her throat was raw and bleeding, and then

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

Before he walks over to stop beside the bed, he throws her on and then walks back over to the door and locks it. Isadora scrambles to the far side of the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she huddles against the headboard, watching him. When he turns back to face her, Isadora’s face pales, and her eyes go wide at the same time they fill with tears as she has seen that look in many hateful eyes… The look that tells you that there is a possibility that you won’t survive what comes next - only his seemed worse, as it was overshadowed by lust, desire and something much darker.

But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly. “Forgive me. I just enjoy learning everything I can about people. A hobby, you could say.” For a moment, I didn’t react. I didn’t speak. Then slowly, a cold smile curved my lips as I leaned back against the seat. “You are right, I am obsessed ,” I said calmly. “I can’t live without her. I can’t bear the thought of her with another man. But the one thing I truly couldn’t bear…” My gaze darkened. “Is her hating me.”

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.