Hateful Obsession Book Novels & Stories

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

“Not because I enjoy breaking you — though I might — but because disobedience gets people killed in my world. Do you understand?” Bella’s heart raced. She could feel the heat of his body, smell his cologne, see the silver threads in his dark hair. Part of her wanted to push him away. Another part, the traitorous part, remembered how his hands had felt on her the night before. “I hate you,” she whispered. “Good,” he replied. “Hate keeps you sharp. Now, I’m giving you a tour of the house. You will learn every exit, every security feature, and every rule. And you will not test me again today.”

The smell of incense and burning ozone filled the air, a holy funeral for a profane love. “I would burn every generation of Moretti to ashes before I let them touch a single hair on your head,” he hissed, his face inches from hers. “You think this is about them? It’s only ever been about you. My obsession isn't a flaw in the architecture, Ivy. It is the architecture.”

He replied and they walked in, Daniel frowned and closed his eyes. “Jusy ignore him.” Damien said and Logan helped him with his drip, they both lay on the bed and Logan sighed. “Are you okay?” Logan asked. “Yeah, am okay.” “And Daniel?” “He is okay.” “Hmm, am sorry.” “I know.” Damien replied and he sighed. “You hate me?” “Yes.” Daniel replied. “He doesn't hate you, he doesn't even have the mind to hate you, he is just angry, I don't hate you also, am just mad at you.”

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

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She broke loose from whatever held her back and faced the woman head on. “Look, stay away from Zemia!!.” The woman worned and helped Zemia out of the restaurant. He seemed weak and fable. People began to murmur as they watched, waiting patiently for what was going to play out next. “Some girls are just rotten!.” “From a sex tape to snatching a man?!.” “She’s hot!, maybe I could try to hit her on.” Alora sighed when she heard every word they said about her, a couple of men talk about her body and how nice it would be to have her, some men talked about how disgusting she is, while many woman starred in hate.

“He can't be obsessed with me. I can tolerate his hatred but not his obsession. His hatred is not letting me live peacefully but his obsession will not let me die peacefully. Please God, have some mercy on me, please don't let any other feeling develop in him for me except hatred." I somehow tolerated his hatred but my already broken self would not be able to stand before his obsession. Obsession was like a slow poison that will make you die but only after going through hell. ********* Author’s POV Two days had passed since that day but still Raniya ‘a words were wandering in her mind that he was obsessed with her which she didn’t not want to accept. She went to college the next day but when

Humans never fought compulsion—not unless they weren’t human. Her blood was worse. Addictive. I had fed on queens, on witches, even on vampire royalty once. Nothing like this. Francesa’s blood was heat and lightning, sliding down my throat, making me shake for more. I hated it. I craved it. I went back to her again. 50 times in one hour, I counted. I stood over her glowing body, jaw clenched, cock raging, fangs itching. She was supposed to be just a maid. A loud Latina with sass and a bad accent. She talked too much. She smiled too much. She was nothing.

he murmurs, his voice low and cutting, “but don’t lie to yourself. Hate’s just fear dressed up with a little fire.” My fists clench above my head, but I don’t dare move. His palm feels like fire against my skin, his presence suffocating, a storm I can’t outrun. “Do you know what hate does to me?” he continues, his tone taking on a dangerous edge. “It fucking fuels me. Makes me sharper, crueler and gets my cock hard as fuck. Hate is a slippery slope. One minute, you hate me. The next? You’re fucking obsessed.”