Hateful Obsession Book Novels & Stories

Yet it still didn’t feel enough. His eyes bored into me, observing the journal in my hands and the way I gripped the pen. A quick smirk appeared on his lips before vanishing the moment I looked up. My eyes stung slightly before dropping back to the journal, my words shifting between first, second, and third person. ‘I hate him. I hate everything about him. I hate that he still married my mom after ruining her marriage with Dad.’ ‘I hate how he thinks he can boss me around just because...’

Why was he so obsessed with me? This was a burning remainder that only he could ever want me. Even though stuck in his dark obsession he's still the only one that cares about me. I couldn't bring myself to hate him anymore. Or maybe I'm just too weak to hate any more . A half chuckle escaped his mouth. "Don't cry, you'll finally be free from me ...you've always wanted that " I stared at his glazed expression , he looked like he was barely hanging on "I...i.... " A gasp escaped my mouth with his fingers tightened around mine with surprising strength .

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.

But they don’t know my past or the twisted things I was taught for years. I spent half my life being brainwashed into believing I was born in sin, possessed by the devil. Even though I don’t believe those lies anymore, that voice still whispers that I’m doing something wrong. Clarice says it’s normal and that I’ll eventually silence it. But for now, it makes me panic at the thought of crossing any moral line. That’s why I’m so obsessed with being “good.” They’ll never fully understand. So I stay quiet. We finally reach the mall parking lot, and a wave of excitement pushes away my worries. I desperately need new clothes—my online orders still haven’t arrived—and it’s been years since I’ve bee

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

I fought to push him away and my hands balled into fists against his chest but then I kissed him back. God help me. Everything snapped. All the tension and all the long nights thinking about his smirk when I should’ve been focused on taking him down. His hands roamed on my hot body. He was possessive and reckless as if he’d been starving and I was the only thing left to devour. I gasped as my head swam. It was not from fear but from the heat curling low in my stomach. The heat pooling up in my pussy. “Nikolai,” I breathed but it sounded more like a curse. He was cursing me.

On purpose. The guilt I’d been carrying about cheating on my husband vanished like it had never been there. Something colder and heavier took its place. Hatred. I couldn’t stop the pictures in my head—what Andrew’s men might already be doing to him. What if they had him? What if they were hurting him right now? What if he was already— My stomach turned hard. Ethan glanced at me. Disgust sat right next to disbelief in his eyes. “Seriously? You’re crying for that pysociopath?" He scoffs.

Hayden’s lips parted, his heart slamming against his ribs. Ohas shifted closer, his tail wrapping loosely around Hayden’s ankle in a way that might have been possessive, might have been comforting. His fingers traced absently over Hayden’s wrist, following the faint scars that lined his skin. “You were supposed to be nothing but a pawn,” Ohas murmured. “I was supposed to use you. Not…” Not this. Not acceptance. Not the warmth that curled in his chest when Hayden let him hold him at night. Ohas had been drowning in his own obsession for so long, his hatred, his rage, his desperation for something that he had lost sight of everything else. But now, as he looked at Hayden, all he could see was

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …