Hateful Obsession By Janell Book Novels & Stories

But what she failed to understand was the fact that, The promises made in the phase of immaturity were meant to be broken. _____________________________________ This story will include, obsession, and possessive behavior which might reflect toxic relationship as well. The male lead is an extremely dominant and egoistic person, he's like the type, if she's not mine then she's of no one. He can come out as manipulative, obsessive, psychotic, and maybe abusive as well. So be alert, the story is about anguished love with a touch of obsession and craziness. You will surely love it. Now if anything from the above disturbs you or you don't like to read then you can skip, even though I would love it

She tried to fight and twist out of his grasp but he only laughed, a sadistic grin on his face. “You do feel it right?” Jarrel asked her in his low, husky voice that she was already becoming familiar with. Even if you try to rid yourself of it, it’s there. The bond. You can’t run away from it. Hana’s body had gone against her, an ember of desire, burning inside her even though she despised it. She despised herself for it, for feeling anything other than hate for this man who had reduced her to nothing. Anger staining her face and tears in her eyes she fought on but Jarrel did not loosen his hold on her.

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.

” “The warmth drained my body, leaving me cold, frozen, as though my vows had shackled me to betrayal on the very night they began. I remained hidden in the shadows as I heard Helen whisper words that would haunt me forever: "she's not the one for you, she was never meant for you".

That's the only sensible strategy now. Because the problem isn't simply that Céline Laurent is attractive. Universities are full of attractive people. The problem is that she is fascinating. And fascination is much harder to control. By the time I reach my flat, the rain has soaked through my coat. Perfect. A cold shower for the brain. Inside, the apartment is dark and quiet. I drop my keys on the kitchen counter and stare at the ceiling for a moment. Then I do the most responsible thing available to me. I open my laptop.

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

He's a jerk and a jerk must get a jerk, not a good girl like Livie. Today is so boring, without Olivia how can I have fun. it's time for PE, everyone left the class and started to go to the field. I put my books to my bag since I don't like to have a messy desk , suddenly someone poke me. I turned around and saw Joey standing behind me. "What?" I asked. He pointed at Olivia's desk. "She’s sick." with that he left. See? He's jerk. I have to say that he is handsome and Olivia is not blind for that but his attitude makes me want to kill him. I can't kill him because Olivia will hate me for life.

The eerie confidence in Marah’s voice sent chills down her spine. "You’re insane," she whispered. "What the hell did Layson do to you to make you hate him this much?" There was a pause. Then, in an icy tone, Marah replied, "Everything he has, I’m going to destroy." Lydia felt her stomach drop. She had underestimated Marah’s hatred. This wasn’t just revenge—it was obsession. A love so deep it had rotted into something twisted and terrifying. And now, Lydia realized, she was trapped in this nightmare with her. There was no way out now.

I’d lusted after my sister in law, dreaming of Angie’s barely legal teen twat. And then I’d stormed into work, spying on my law partner as he fucked our intern. But instead of being disgusted, I was actually lusting after Jared, wanting the alpha’s dick in me. And now Hannah was dead. Hannah was dead, dead, dead, dead as a doornail, and all I felt was a sense of freedom, that the bitch of a woman was gone. Sure, it sucked that she’d been cheating, but it was all so stupid, so lame and predictable.

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.