Hate Obsession Novels & Stories

He asked. "Because there are likely to be hot bítches there, I'm tired of f**king the same girls" Jace muttered. "Okay" The driver drove out of the company immediately. **** ALL SOULS BAR*** Hailey sat down on a chair tiredly, her body feels numb at that moment. She watched as everyone drank and danced happily and she bit her lips. She wonders when her life would be happy like theirs. "Focus, stop thinking this way. You're much better than them, remember?" She slapped her cheeks, trying to cheer herself up.

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

“He can't be obsessed with me. I can tolerate his hatred but not his obsession. His hatred is not letting me live peacefully but his obsession will not let me die peacefully. Please God, have some mercy on me, please don't let any other feeling develop in him for me except hatred." I somehow tolerated his hatred but my already broken self would not be able to stand before his obsession. Obsession was like a slow poison that will make you die but only after going through hell. ********* Author’s POV Two days had passed since that day but still Raniya ‘a words were wandering in her mind that he was obsessed with her which she didn’t not want to accept. She went to college the next day but when

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

“That’s not hate, babe. That's an obsession. I mean, seriously, he gets with your ex-wife and practically pampers Kaiden like he’s some fragile treasure? That’s not a vendetta. That’s… a twisted crush.” He shot me a dry look. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “I’m not,” I said, still grinning despite the pain. “You’re telling me he targets the people you love, the people you’ve touched, as if he’s trying to replace you—or worse, become you. That’s not hate. That’s infatuation dipped in rage.” He exhaled harshly, standing to pace for a moment before turning back toward me. “It’s hate, Sage. Pure and unfiltered. He wants me to suffer. He wants to destroy me.”

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."

His mouth twisted into something colder than disdain. “But it wasn’t enough. He wanted my mother too. Wanted her so badly it consumed him, turned love into poison.” Dren’s grin faltered. He let out a low whistle again, this time softer, heavier. “That’s not just greed. That’s obsession.” “Obsession,” Elias echoed. His knuckles whitened as his hand closed into a fist against the desk. “And when he couldn’t have her, when she chose differently, he twisted that obsession into hatred. Hatred for my father. Hatred for Vale. And now…...” He exhaled sharply through his nose.

Anthony was mine and I didn’t take too kindly to those I despised taking what was mine. “I still don’t get why you’re so obsessed with that guy. I guess hatred is a form of obsession, right? Do you like Anthony by any chance? Is this what this overprotectiveness is all about?” The snickers he got from his goons irritated me so much. Their desperation and eagerness to please him reeked so much that I almost gagged at the pungent smell.

Jennifer, who was only a year younger than Vicky, had experienced no less than Vicky over the years. Seeing Vicky's interest in the topic, Jennifer spoke up, "Anthony's mother told me that most obsessions aren't from true emotions, but rather a person's deeply ingrained principles. Some people have a strong obsession with certain things, which may be due to experiencing something profound that contradicts their beliefs."

He looked at Alex — really looked at him — and something inside him broke. "Get out of my sight!" Maximilian spat at him. Andrew stormed out, fists clenched, shoulders shaking. As he passed Alex, their eyes met. Alex saw it clearly. It wasn't jealousy anymore. It was hatred. --- Andrew followed him into the hallway. "You think you're better than me?" His voice was low, shaking. Alex continued walking Andrew stepped closer, right in his face. "You walk around here with your shoulders up like you own this whole fucking place just because Dad loves you more!"