Hate Obsession Novels & Stories

“No Darren do not say that. Do not ever say that. You are lying. You cannot love me and say you want them dead. You cannot. Love does not kill. Love does not destroy. Love does not punch until the person screams. Love does not make me bleed until I can barely breathe.” “You are not obsessed with me. You are obsessed with hurting me. You are obsessed with control. You are obsessed with power. You are obsessed with watching me crawl and break and shatter. That is not obsession. That is not love. That is sickness. You are sick. You are twisted. You are evil.” My tears poured so fast I could barely see him but I still saw that smile. That smile that made my stomach twist until I wanted to throw

Her protector like this turning him into a fake tormentor. For the past 9 months. The only thing she could feel was guilt, pain and immense regret. She was dying second by second whenever she heard how that man who did nothing but to respect her being accused of the things he never did. Someone said the right thing. It doesn't take much of an effort for love to turn into an obsession after an unwanted rejection. It was her condition. She indeed got obsessed with her love. She became the destruction. The killer of her own heart. Why. Just why she did that. Why. She ruined so many lives. So many people. So many relations just because she was obsessed with making him as hers.

“Do you see now, Melisa?” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. Her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, filled with pain, and still… so perfect. “You are fucking insane… Sebastian. I hate you! I hate you!” She screams in loud as she hates me. It is not a word. It’s a pulse. A breathless gasp between obsession and agony. It coils in my chest like a snake too warm to rest, sinking its fangs into reason, into mercy. Hate is love starved, love denied, love twisted until it bleeds. It tastes like copper and broken teeth, like the space between your silence and my scream. It whispers louder than prayer, and louder still than truth. I do not choose hate—I become it.

King Cassian smirked widely. The lords there had very nasty expressions, the deep hatred in their hearts swelled and they could only wish that the king render this woman to their hands to deal with individually, they would be grateful. Vampires hate Witches to the core and vice versa, they are willing to do anything in their power to wreck the other side. They were like parallel lines, they passed down their existing hatred from generation to generation by impacting tales to their children giving them books, and teaching them to avoid and hate the other party.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

“ Please do not expect anything more in and out of this agreement , I would not and cannot have feelings for you so I suggest you do the same… and I implore you to control your urges and try your possible best to remain faithful for this period. I would hate to be caught in the spotlight when you are found having a lover “ He was so arrogant. It was at that moment , Lilian looked at him in disgust , her anger starting to boil “ Mr. Knight do not insult me!!.I would play my part to the best of my abilities and would follow your rules without a fault” “ Good.. I would just hate it if the police found out about your father’s fraudulent activities” He said threateningly “ Are you threatening me

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.

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.

She just had to respond to her with her angry mood. "I have always said it and now I know I have enemies everywhere. People don't want my progress. You all are supposed to be happy for me but instead, you threw me hate speech. Don't worry, I will prove it. He is mine and if I can't have him, no one will. Yes, no one will." She ranted like a person who had a quarrel with an opponent but in these current situation, no one had actually made trouble with her. It was obvious that she was running insane without her notice.

“Unless, someone is trespassing on our territory” Dante sighed heavily. “Took you long enough. The question now is, who would dare?” “A lot of names come to mind” I rubbed the back of my head. “I’m not saying we are without rivals but they all know better than to trespass” He gazed at walls for a minute. “I hate distractions like this. They mess with the flow of business and I’m not in the mood for another gang war.” He complained. “That doesn’t mean I’m an easy target though” He added, eyes gleaming.