Novel & Cerita Hateful Obsession Book

A devil that acted with cold calculation. Now it was time to show Victor why people feared me. A bottle of bourbon sat in the center, untouched. Not one of us needed it. I stood at the head of the room, spine straight despite the ache in my ribs. Harper’s fingers had ghosted over that bruise this morning, soft and hesitant. The only softness I allowed myself. “They burned my club,” I said. No ceremony. No preamble. “They wanted my attention. They have it.” Nikos, seated to my left, leaned forward. The scar across his blind eye caught the light. “Then let’s give them what they paid for,” he growled. “Fire for fire.”

“Oh, I’ll give you answers… in due time. But patience, my dear Anubis, seems to be a virtue you’ve never quite mastered.” “What patience when you've tired me to something you know I loathe” he glared. “The fact that you'd rather be asleep than deal with them already tells me how much you hate them.” She smiled softly,ignoring the hint of annoyance in his eyes. “You know what they did, Isis” he spat,his voice full of murderous intent. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes stared calmly at him, “And I also know what you did, Anubis… an entire city burnt to ashes and destroyed by your own hands.”

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

"Could have fooled me." "I'm not." Her voice was softer now. "I was in love with you. Part of me still is. But that's not why I'm writing this book. I'm writing it because the world needs to understand what obsession looks like. What love looks like. What happens when two broken people find each other." Damian stared at her. "Then why does it feel like a threat?" Dr. Chen didn't answer. Damian opened the door. He and Sebastian walked out, into the hallway, into the elevator, into the street. The sun was bright. The city was loud. The manuscript was already seared into Damian's

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

When I was about to turn back he knew I would lose control again, he grabbed my hand to stop me. This is the first time he touched me. A spark of hatred flowed through every veins in my body. I quickly freed my hand with a jerk. "Don't touch me! " I screamed at him angrily. My wolf had taken over my voice as well. She absolutely hated the idea of being close to him anymore. I slowly turned back and looked at June and Cathy. Cathy was mourning in pain. I went to her and kept my hand on her shoulder. But she pushed me away with force.

“Let’s just work on the project. Romeo and Juliet, right?” He groaned. “God, not that one. Can we pick anything else? Wuthering Heights, maybe? Something where they destroy each other with passion and rage instead of poison and teenage melodrama.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re oddly poetic for a guy who looks like he doesn’t believe in love.” He leaned closer, the grin gone. “I don’t. But I believe in obsession.” Something in my stomach twisted. Dangerous. That’s what he was. All warning signs, and I was already ignoring them.

"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."