Hateful Obsession Book Novels & Stories

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

he said. That statement made Hailey furious, she raised her hand and splashed the coffee on his face. Thankfully, it was already cold. "In your life, don't you ever compare me to another woman again. F**k you, you man whore!" She glared at him hatefully. She threw the cup to his chest before running out of the office. Charles stood there motionlessly in shock, his clothes were soiled already, and his hair is not excluded too. "In your life, don't you ever compare me to another woman again. F**k you man whore!"

“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.

“Love does not kill like this.” James said nothing. “That is not what love is.” The voice got quieter, not louder, which somehow made it land harder. “Love is what those two alphas has for me. That is love — something that sees you and chooses you and doesn’t need you to be the only one of your kind to feel safe. That is love. What you feel—” a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.”

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

He convinced and forced himself to move on or he tried to. His marriage had become a slow suffocation, it was a union of pity and expectations rather than love. The hospital visits, failed IVFs— it all made him dislike her. Not because of her inability to give him children, but because he pushed him to despise Audrey and she can never fit into Audrey's position. Now, sitting there and watching her, he realized the brutal truth. Helen was his past and should be treated as one. Audrey... was the one his heart beats for. She was the one he still longed for.

Then looked into my eyes. "Love is tender, patient, and giving. Love is selfless, and sometimes it requires letting go. That's why, Solnishka, I can never say 'I love you' because what I feel for you is violent, intense and possessive. A fucking relentless, raging storm that nothing can calm. A never-ending obsession that feeds my darkness and keeps my soul. I can't imagine ever letting you go. I'll always be by your side, your fucking shadow, your very skin, a constant presence, never wavering, never retreating. So, please don't ask me to say 'I love you' because what I feel is beyond love." He confessed a tinge of rage and mistiness in his eyes.

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on