Hate Obsession Novels & Stories

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

That was why he regarded Vishal as his real son instead of as a grandson. "Hunhum..." His father, Vikram cleared his throat and everyone of them sat upright. "Son, I've called you here today for two important things. First, what do we do about the threats from the Black Moon pack? They are really going all out to step on our toes. I would have loved to send our warriors to them and start a full scale war but their terrain is dangerous and they still have three of our high school girls with them. Intelligence reports reaching me from one of our spies is that they are running a very organized prostitution ring. She-wolves are captured and when they are in heat, they are made to sleep with men

Manik smirked and show harshad the gate by his fingers. "Harshad don't know why i made this rule for myself that i will only shoot those criminals who would be terrorist and murderer because if i wouldn't had made one then you would be in the grave yard 6 feet under the ground." Manik smirked and harshad with an angry face left the room. ********

"For the fun of it, Elena. I took you for the thrill. Your feistiness left an impression on me. Making your life miserable and witnessing you grovel before me is one of the few ways I'll feel fulfilled." Disbelief widened my eyes, leaving my jaws ajar. "Why would you do that? Why make my life miserable? Surely, slapping you is not reason enough for that," I stammered. "I told you, Elena, for the fun of it. Watching you flaunt your wings annoyed me. I love breaking women like you, Elena, and I'll relish in clipping your wings. What better way to make you feel defeat than by hopelessly making you mine? How does it feel being bound to the man you hate?" He asked maniacally, a crooked smile etch

Standing from the top of the stairs, I recokened my prayers were answered, sitting on the couch was indeed Festus and his eyes fixated on his device. ‘This doesn’t feel right, I mean what if he insults me or worse talk to me and Julian happens to see us talking?’ The thoughts wandered in my head, my body felt warmer than usual, I couldn’t tell it I was running a fever but I was sure meeting Festus would be the cause of it.

She grabbed her small purse and headed toward the door. Behind her, Amy’s smile melted into bitterness. She hated—hated—that Jenny looked more beautiful than her even now, with all the expensive makeup and hours she spent getting ready. Jealousy burned inside her. “Your life will crumble soon enough,” Amy whispered under her breath. “Let’s see how long you last with a monster.” Amy breezed past her family, waved goodbye, and drove off without a second glance. Jenny, Robert, and Emma entered their car moments later.

Eleanor didn't know that after that incident in the ward, Lauren had come to hate her even more. Hate that she had James's love but wasn't satisfied, hate that she didn't care about the relationship but wouldn't let it go, hate that she had taken away the happiness that belonged to her, Lauren. It can only be said that emotionally, once a person becomes obsessed, they take everything very seriously. People like Lauren are obviously selfish, and they don't even understand what it means to be shot while lying down.

For starters, I've never wanted a she-wolf but for her, I want her with a maddening intensity that makes my dick harden any time she was within a radius perimeter, makes my dick harden whenever I think about her which was awfully a lot of time because she was fast becoming a maddening obsession because I think about her whenever my eyes were opened and my eyes were closed. She was fast becoming an obsession, an irrational obsession that I hated, loathed with every fiber of my being but I also loved to hate her, loved to want her. I wanted to own her in every place, claim her and stake her as mine but I absolutely hated that fact. I hated the fact that I wanted her, wanted her so much complet

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.