Hateful Obsession Book Novels & Stories

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

she said as she raised her eyes to look at his angry face "It wasn't Sara, it wasn't any of your dad's business rivals" he said in a calm tone "Then who could they be?" She asked "They are enemies. Eden has a lot of enemies. And since childhood, I've been running away from people,bad people seeking after my life" he said with emotions as perspiration dropped down his face. "And then I seeked power, I became what they termed as' ' the untouchable". But when they saw that they couldn't get me any longer, the target was shifted to everyone close to my heart. Everyone I've ever come to love. And they won't stop until they take away everything, everyone close to my heart" he related with emotions

“I just miss having someone normal to talk to.” “Normal? Since when am I normal?” I smiled. “You know what I mean.” “Yeah, yeah. So, how's married life?” I groaned. “Don't remind me.” Hugh laughed. “That bad?” “Worse.” I picked at my food with my fork. “Luciano is inconsiderate, annoying, arrogant, and somehow manages to be irritating without even trying.” “That sounds like a lot of adjectives for someone you've only known for three days.” “Trust me. He earned every single one.”

Dante had decided that we clean Pierre’s workshop of all our fingerprints and make an anonymous call to the police before we left the scene. “Fuck! I feel so dirty.” He cursed. “Take a bath then.” I teased him. “He was just a kid, Rio. Just like Nicky boy. He probably didn’t know what he was getting himself.” He looked at me. “And I’m trying my best to not think of his grandma because I keep imagining Nonna’s face.” “Do you feel bad because he was just a kid or because Olga reminds you of Nonna?” “Both.” He got to his feet and paced around. “I hate when emotion starts interfering with the work.”

Damon heard what I said and just smirked. "You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening. There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

logans family. “Coming soon”. Ruth replied and slammed the door shut,it was time for lunch and she couldn't disrespect her father,she inhaled deeply before changing to something more presentable,She made her way down the stairs,each step filled with exhaustation and sadness. Everyone's gaze was fixed on her the moment she came into view, Rita's gaze was filled with hatred and venom,she literally wished she could strangle her to death!,but she ignored them all and pulled out a chair and sat opposite Rita.

"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

Chapter 15 (Sophia's POV) Common enemy. I'd said it plainly in the back of Dax's car and Xander had confirmed it without hesitation. Those two words had quietly dismantled something I'd been holding onto for fifteen years. The clean simplicity of my hatred. It was considerably harder to hate a man who was handing you evidence against the person who'd actually destroyed your family. I was finding that out the inconvenient way. Izzy was waiting in my office at eight-fifteen with coffee, croissants and the expression of someone who had opinions she'd been saving up overnight.

“She said she isn’t interested, big A. So let the girl be and just find your fun somewhere else.” A firm voice said from behind us, making me flinch because again, even though it was so sweet and soft. It was sickening at the same time, and my stomach clenched. Not even being raped made me feel like this. “OH, the Arabic bitch is here, what? Are you interested in this little chocolate morsel in here now? I thought you don’t swing that way besides you have that trans bitch who you always jump on her dick each night, so why now the sudden interest, Muslim bitch?!”