Heart Of Obsession Novels & Stories

Nyla's POV “Says the man who couldn’t stand the sight of me the moment he first saw me. Why the sudden obsession?” His eyes didn’t flinch. “Obsession? No. His voice was low. “Obsession is blind, but I see you just fine.” I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. I stood up and stepped past him, letting my shoulder brush him on purpose, but my heartbeat betrayed me, fast and unsteady. Why was my heart suddenly beating so fast?

And Sebastian, he is consumed by obsession and love alike, would stop at nothing to ensure no one threatened the woman who had claimed his heart — body and soul. And as I felt his heartbeat against mine, I realized something undeniable: this obsession, this danger, this consuming passion—it was everything I never knew I wanted but could never live without. We were fire and flame, chaos and calm, obsession and surrender — bound together in a way that would burn brighter than anything else in the world.

I’d be fucking miserable and I have to hope he doesn’t hate me enough to wish me that dark of a fate. Even now, as I walk through the lobby, I’m growing more anxious to get back to her. Every breath I take echoes in my ears. The back of my neck gathers tight. It has been too long since the last time I held Terrence, saw her smile, licked her skin. It’s like being under a spell and having no desire to be cured. On a scale from one to ten, my obsession has become a twenty. My heart is racing for the first time in years. For the first time because of a woman. Ever.

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims

“It’s not about making someone love me. It’s about becoming a story they’ll never forget. If I can’t live in their heart, I’ll live in their scars.” Ryan closed his eyes. The words felt like acid down his spine. Adrien’s voice grew softer in the next recording: “People don’t understand that obsession is a kind of devotion. It’s love, sharpened until it cuts both of you open.” Chris crouched beside him. “Ryan,” he whispered. “Are you sure you want to keep listening?” Ryan looked at him with eyes that didn’t feel like his own anymore. “I don’t have a choice,” he whispered. “Because he’s already inside the story… and if I don’t understand the ending he’s writing, I won’t be able to change it.”

Obsession “Good evening, darling. Did you miss me?” Gabriel said as he gazed through the window at the empire he had ruled with an iron fist for many years. The young woman bit her lip hard and glared at his back with hatred. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” she whispered, unwilling to prolong the conversation with him or bring back the painful memories. Gabriel hummed before saying, “Oh, you mean your little temple? Yes. I’m the reason it was destroyed.”

It was killing him softly. His family was worried about his lifestyle but he had the stubbornness of same old Shehryaar in him. So nobody could convince him to move on and stopping playing with his health. Listening to his heart has always been his pitfall and the pain that followed was unbearable. He wondered if it's the unknown possibilities or the dubiety of taking the plunge. This obsession had him foraging small bits of feeble hope amidst dark globs of despair. But this time he would bide his heart and emotions and witness how he lay bare with love only for her. It's this kind of love that makes you yearn for it, burn in passion for it and maybe one day die for it. In hindsight he wonde

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

"You were supposed to be the backup! It was supposed to be Georgia in my head, Georgia in my bed, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia! But now? I close my eyes and it’s your face. I walk into a room and I’m looking for you. Why the fuck are you on the front of my mind?" My heart leaps—not with romance, but with a terrifying realization. Is he... is he confessing to being in love with me? The irony is so thick I could choke on it. He spent years treating me like a shadow, and now that I’m finally out the door, his twisted psyche has decided I’m the prize. It’s not love; it’s an obsession born of losing control. He stops pacing and sits down across from me, picking up his knife and fork with trembling h