Hateful Obsession By Janell Book Novels & Stories

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

I walked to the window, looking out at the city lights. Manchester looked calm, peaceful, unaware that inside my apartment, chaos buzzed louder than the street below. I imagined Melissa in some quiet room, curtains drawn, phone in hand, tears in her eyes. That image broke me in half. Because the truth is, I loved her. I still do. That’s the sick part. How do you hurt someone you love? How do you justify setting the person you once promised to protect on fire? The answer is—you don’t. You just live with the contradiction. I wanted her to suffer, but I also wanted to hold her. I wanted her to remember me, but not hate me. I wanted her close, but I kept pushing her further. That’s what obsessio

“You never cease to amaze me.” Then he turned and left, the door slamming behind him. For a long moment, I just stood there, staring at the empty space where he’d been. I knew he was upset—anyone would be—but I couldn’t help how I felt. I wanted Jade to pay. I told myself it was about justice, about her actions, but deep down, I knew that wasn’t the whole truth. I was angry, yes—but beneath it, there was jealousy. Ugly, stubborn jealousy I didn’t want to admit. Maybe I hated the thought of anyone—especially someone like her—getting close to Hayden again.

They accepted her and as well respected her, her hair was increasingly growing and the silver became even more shiny as her skin was glittering, she was so beautiful. Hilda kept bringing books from the library to Amren's chamber and left them on top of the table for her to read. Amren would groan and grumble about it but ended up reading everything. And this very day, Amren was wearing a thin black gown, she was laying on her bed, her small figure was curled up under the thick layer of cloth, and she was reading a book titled "Clash of The Witch's Community " She was so engrossed with it because it was talking about the strong hatred between Vampires and Witches that existed right from the e

Only the Syndicate Academy would be fucked up enough to unearth them. I sit back and tune out the humdrum of the lesson, since I hardly need to learn anymore than my family taught me about torture. The cartel is renowned for creativity with our victims. My mind wanders to thoughts of my pretty little pet, and I hate myself for it. It makes my stomach churn as the girl I’ve hated more than anyone else has morphed into an obsession I can’t scrub from my mind. An obsession can be a dangerous thing, even if it is born out of deep rooted hatred.

Emma stood under the hot shower but nothing was relaxing her body, the embarrassment she felt made her sad, she cursed herself for being so weak. “Why everything bad happens to me God?” She complained while resting her forehead on the cold tiles, she cried sadly while remebering the way Martha insulted her and accused her. She closed her eyes painfully and just then a blow of cold air felt at her back, as she turned and saw Jacob entering the bathroom. She turned her face away from him feeling angry and embarrassed at the same time. Jacob shook his head and sighed helplessly looking at her reaction.

“Two years from now… If you’re willing to give up all that you own, change your last name into Wang, and run away with me. We can meet back here.” But now that she returns here again, standing by herself. She knew now. She doesn’t need to wait for two years to hear his answers. His hatred for her was probably a lot stronger than the love he had for her. There was no point in keeping that promise of theirs. It would have been better if she could lock up her heart, and never again be able to love another person in her life. Because she doesn’t deserve to love anyone. Not after she had hurt him. A man who loves her dearly. A man who was willing to risk his life for her, but she repaid him with

Is she gonna hate me so much now? 💘 Nelly's POV 💘 When I got to the apartment I recently bought I was boiling with anger. An uncontrollable anger. I lost my job and everything. I was devasted. How could Kelly do this to me? I hated her with passion. Is she really my twin? I hated the fact that we look alike. I couldn't wait to take revenge on her. Angrily I started putting back my things together. Suddenly I stopped, thinking. What am I doing!

Is she gonna hate me so much now? 💘 Nelly's POV 💘 When I got to the apartment I recently bought I was boiling with anger. An uncontrollable anger. I lost my job and everything. I was devasted. How could Kelly do this to me? I hated her with passion. Is she really my twin? I hated the fact that we look alike. I couldn't wait to take revenge on her. Angrily I started putting back my things together. Suddenly I stopped, thinking. What am I doing!

“You slip sometimes, you know. In the way you speak. In the way you look at him. You’re not Alyssa.” Jannah’s heart plummeted. Her lips parted to protest, but Celine raised a manicured finger. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell… not yet.” Her smile was sharp as a blade. “But I want to see how long you can keep this game up. And if Adrian truly won’t notice.” She leaned back, closing the album with a snap that echoed in the air. “Because if he does…” Her gaze gleamed with cruel amusement. “…his obsession might turn into something far darker than love.”