Heart Of Obsession Novels & Stories

"I can't get you out of my head." Elena's pulse hammered in her ears. The space between them felt charged, electric. She took another step closer. Close enough now to see the way his breathing had changed, the tension coiled in every line of his body. "Then follow your heart." Dante's laugh was bitter. "That makes me weak. Vulnerable." "Or it makes you human." The words hung between them. The waves crashed. The moon hung bright and cold overhead.

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

RIVER How do you feel when someone you love deeply chooses his best friend over you? How worse can it be for me? Now, I am almost losing my sanity but everything changes when I find myself in an unknown room and my heart dies in my chest when I see my ex's favourite biker — the one he has always been obsessed with, in between my legs and a dark glint on his lips. *** A big smile crawls up my face when Ryker's message pops up on my phone's screen.

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

“She will return. Her belongings are still here, suggesting she didn’t leave permanently.” I raked a hand through my hair, jaw clenched. “But it’s late. Where the hell is she? This is driving me insane.” Dragging a hand down my face, I groaned. “Man, I’m fucked.” “You care about her deeply. One might even say you’re obsessed.” KC’s tone was dry. “Which, for the record, can be unhealthy, sir.” I didn’t respond. Obsessed? Damn right I am! After she’d stolen my heart, why wouldn’t I be obsessed? It's my heart we are talking about.

“Let’s just work on the project. Romeo and Juliet, right?” He groaned. “God, not that one. Can we pick anything else? Wuthering Heights, maybe? Something where they destroy each other with passion and rage instead of poison and teenage melodrama.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re oddly poetic for a guy who looks like he doesn’t believe in love.” He leaned closer, the grin gone. “I don’t. But I believe in obsession.” Something in my stomach twisted. Dangerous. That’s what he was. All warning signs, and I was already ignoring them.

David was kicked out of his thoughts by his boss's stern voice; he immediately bowed a little and walked out of the office. Pedro rubbed his face with one hand; why was he thinking of her naked? She's enough distraction in the house, now the distraction had been extended to work. Pedro is very dedicated to his work, he doesn't bring girls to his office. Now he's breaking rules for her. Am I going to be able to control my emotions, and my body with Jasmine working beside me as my PA He wondered as forced his eyes to remain glued to the computer in front of him He was the one who asked her to be his pa, he could not possibly go back on his words; else he'll look like a big joke!

Hayden’s lips parted, his heart slamming against his ribs. Ohas shifted closer, his tail wrapping loosely around Hayden’s ankle in a way that might have been possessive, might have been comforting. His fingers traced absently over Hayden’s wrist, following the faint scars that lined his skin. “You were supposed to be nothing but a pawn,” Ohas murmured. “I was supposed to use you. Not…” Not this. Not acceptance. Not the warmth that curled in his chest when Hayden let him hold him at night. Ohas had been drowning in his own obsession for so long, his hatred, his rage, his desperation for something that he had lost sight of everything else. But now, as he looked at Hayden, all he could see was

“We have nothing to fall back on. No one saw the attacker’s face and that red envelope is the most random one we have gotten… ever. Not even a seal to show what mafia family it could be from. So, it is obviously just a crazy delusional heartbroken ex.” “Is this how you want to care for your woman, uh?” He lashes at me. “By brushing this over to the side as if it weren’t important. Always waiting till when the issues on ground explodes in your face, just so you can have a show of power?” Show of power? “Hmm. That’s a precise observation.” Dante says. “But I have to ask, just to make sure I’m following. Are we still talking of the same issue here or…?”

**FLASHBACK** Despite knowing Mason Brooks does not feel anything for her, she is hesitant to visit his office because she is still obsessed with him. She planned to visit his office because she had heard about his secretary's absence, which presented an opportunity for her to satisfy her long-standing cravings. She sneaked around until she got to his office's first entrance. Although she did not need to sneak before because she is also a staff member of Mason but not from Ooks group, seeing her here will raise suspicions and rumors. She had almost opened the door when she heard footsteps approaching the office, heels clicking gently on the ground. Her heart shattered as she quickly found a