Heart Of Obsession Novels & Stories

He didn’t care what she said. Because he wasn’t acting out of love. He was acting out of obsession. And obsession… obsession always demanded results. Jason leaned back, eyes glinting with a dark determination. The storm inside him had shifted from frustration to purpose. Selena might have run, but she couldn’t hide forever. Not from him. Not ever.

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.

"They'll both realize you're not worth the trouble you bring. The family drama, the scandal, the chaos that comes with your baggage is not everyone can handle. And you'll have nowhere else to go but back into my arms. Won't you?" I stared at him, my heart pounding, and suddenly something clicked into place. Something about the way he was looking at me... not with love, not even with genuine desire. He looked at me like he wanted to possess me. With Obsession. His need went far beyond normal emotion. "Why are you so obsessed with me, Chase?" I asked, calmer but more pointed. "This can't be love. This isn't what love looks like. Is it the money you're looking for? My father's business connecti

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

Damon heard what I said and just smirked. "You have no choice, sweetheart," he replied in a flirtatious way. It felt creepy to my mind my body seemed to be attached. My heart was beating faster and faster as I gulped hard at what was happening. There was no way I would ever like a guy who has killed someone before. Damon was a mafia don, a killer, and a criminal. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have any kind of association with Damon, but here I am, sitting on his thighs wearing just lingerie. The worst part is that my body was getting comfortable with it. It didn't feel good in any way.

The feeling that she would never get him to love her made her despondent and she sunk into depression. She was quick to note that getting depressed wasn't going to help her. It was going to land her in trouble with Vishal since he was going to sense that something was wrong with her. Her mind wanderings took her to reflect on how Vishal had seen her dancing on the bed. She looked around and when she didn't see anything to suggest that there was a camera in the room, she gave up and continued with dancing. She noticed that the door to the living room opened and she amped up her game. She added vigour to the dancing and flexed her buttocks in an attempt to catch his fancy.

Except he wasn’t untouchable anymore. Lance had touched every guarded part of him. And now he wanted more. All of it. Every side. Every secret. Every ugly thing and every soft thing Ragnar tried to hide. That was when Lance finally understood. This wasn’t a crush. Wasn’t infatuation. Wasn’t even love in the clean sense of the word. It was obsession. Real, deep, ugly obsession. The kind that rewired your habits and disguised itself as affection. The kind that made someone else feel essential.

After thinking and pondering for a while, she finally made up her mind to get off the car and showed Jacob his son but as she unlocked the door she saw the door of rehab center opened. Her eyes lit up as she saw Jacob's lonely figure coming outside as he lit up the cigarette and took some puffs. His face looked handsome and tightened. He was deeply lost in thinking. Emma heart started beating faslty seeing him after so long. She looked at the jojo and than his father. Just as she held jojo in her arms to walk to him she saw that two hands were tied on his waist as she tried to look clearly she saw that it was Martha. They both looked intimate as Emma's all hopes seemed to be cursed by this s

Let him run. Because every time he comes back a little faster. A little hungrier. A little more mine. He thinks he's fighting me. He's not. He's fighting the part of himself that already decided. And when he finally stops fighting...when he looks at me and there's no lie left in his eyes....I won't gloat. I will just hold him tighter. Because that's what obsession is, not fireworks, not chains. Just the quiet knowledge that he belongs here, with me, in the dark.

“You’re mine now. There’s no way I’m letting you leave. Not after thirty days. Not ever. Ever since the first time I saw you dancing in that club with that mask on, I’ve been completely fixated on you. You’ve taken over my thoughts. My dreams. My fucking soul. I can’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about you, about your body, your voice, the way you looked when you came on my cock.” I stared at him, heart racing wildly. “You can say all of this… but do you even like me? Like, actually like me as a person? Or am I just some obsession you want to sate?” His expression softened for just a fraction of a second, but the raw obsession in his eyes never dimmed.