Hateful Obsession Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when

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.”

The eerie confidence in Marah’s voice sent chills down her spine. "You’re insane," she whispered. "What the hell did Layson do to you to make you hate him this much?" There was a pause. Then, in an icy tone, Marah replied, "Everything he has, I’m going to destroy." Lydia felt her stomach drop. She had underestimated Marah’s hatred. This wasn’t just revenge—it was obsession. A love so deep it had rotted into something twisted and terrifying. And now, Lydia realized, she was trapped in this nightmare with her. There was no way out now.

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

She tapped Dae Hyun’s back a little hard, sending a code for him to let her go. “I’m sorry,” Dae Hyun whispered. “I don’t know why I’ve bad feelings lately.” “I’m alright, Oppa,” replied Qeiza. “I think you’ve pushed yourself too hard to work very late at night.” Qeiza knew well Dae Hyun’s habits. Her adopted brother was just like Ansel. He was a workaholic who didn’t know time when he was struggling with the stack of documents or macbook. “I guessed so,” Dae Hyun agreed. “But, you’ve always bothered my mind. Have you been in trouble?”

,I put him against the wall. “He would never hit you and you know it. He may be crazy, but he's even more obsessed with you”, I can't deny that he's right about the one thing that makes Anthony and me alike: the obsession with who we want, and the willingness to run roughshod over anything and everything that stands in the way of our dark happily ever after. And I have no problem admitting it:

"It's obsession. But without it… he would burn everything, Allistair included." Hours passed, or maybe only minutes, but time was irrelevant now. The Book hummed, restless, a silent pulse of malice that wanted loose, yet it was still anchored by Allistair through the insane devotion of Lucifer. Every stir, every shudder, every faint gasp was greated by the same obsessive, maddening care. Lucifer leaned in, pressing his forehead closer, voice raw. "Do you feel it? The chaos? The destruction? I know. I know it all. But I am here. I am with you. Every step, every breath… mine."

Then he rolled me under him, looked me dead in the eyes, and pushed back inside my cum-slick hole with a slow, deep thrust. “Yeah,” he said, voice low and serious. “We are. And I’m not stopping.” He fucked me slow and deep until we both came again, sealed together like we couldn’t bear even an inch of separation. The hate was almost gone. What replaced it felt a lot like obsession. And I was starting to think I never wanted to be free of it.

I love him so much that I am during this. “Moan for me baby, I know you want”, Tobias says in my ear and I ignore him, he keeps pounding in me, and I feel like I am having an out-of-body experience, I can see myself there, laying naked, while he uses and abuses my body. I hate you Tobias and someday I will kill you, I will make you regret every single thing you have done to me, and that is my only motivation.