Hateful Obsession Book Novels & Stories

“Even after everything. The blood, the lies, the betrayals… I still choose you.” Matteo’s eyes darkened with something fierce and tender. “Come here.” I didn’t hesitate. I rounded the table and climbed into his lap as best I could with the restraints. His mouth found mine instantly — a deep, desperate kiss that tasted of blood and survival and forever. His tongue stroked mine with slow, claiming strokes, pouring every ounce of love and obsession into it. I moaned softly into his mouth, hands framing his face, thumbs brushing the silver scar I had come to adore.

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?”

It was the man sitting across from me who had barely said a word. However, whenever his clinical gaze accessed me, I felt uneasy and nervous because I was being accessed like a lab project, but I could see the attraction swimming in his eyes for me. “What is your name?” I questioned. He dropped his silverware and wiped his mouth with a napkin while staring at me. ‘How could such an innocent act be so hot and dirty in my mind?’ “Alessio Ferrari,” He answered. “Hmm, I've never heard of that name before.” “I would've introduced myself, but I know you know I am. However, I would love to cut straight to the point. What do you want from me? Do you realize that your actions this night could make my

A body lay across the landing. One of my guards. Dead. Another farther ahead. Neck broken. Professional. Volkov. Only Volkov left messages like this. I reached the library. The hidden bookshelf had been blasted apart. The steel door hung crookedly from one hinge. My pulse slowed. Not from calm. From rage. I stepped inside. The room was destroyed. Monitors sparked. Concrete dust floated through the air. The smell of explosives burned my lungs. “Luca!” No answer.

Remember, you both also have to meet at some point, but let the energy and the zeal be heavier on his path. I hope I didn't fail you in this book and yes, this epilogue will be free. It Is a token of my appreciation to you all. If you enjoy the ride down here then I will recommend my new book to you all. “His Deadly Obsession.” Guys!!! Drystan and Rosealba are slowly becoming my favorite book couples. Trust me when I say Drystan is so obsessed and I can barely go a day without going back to read some chapter and giggle at every scene.

What had left him with a lasting impression he would be unable to forget were the gazes of several individuals identified as threats of the highest order. The gazes that even now he could remember all too clearly. The gazes that spoke of one thing - the same thing he now found within Levi’s gaze, the same thing that evoked a feeling of profound dread in Trey - Obsession. An overpowering, reckless, fanatical fixation that knew no bounds nor reason. A reckless infatuation from a maniac that would stop at nothing to realize their own obsession, rendering everything and everyone, including themselves, expendable. That focused gaze could only see one thing and one thing alone - the only thing tha

,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."