Heart Of Obsession Novels & Stories

“He can't be obsessed with me. I can tolerate his hatred but not his obsession. His hatred is not letting me live peacefully but his obsession will not let me die peacefully. Please God, have some mercy on me, please don't let any other feeling develop in him for me except hatred." I somehow tolerated his hatred but my already broken self would not be able to stand before his obsession. Obsession was like a slow poison that will make you die but only after going through hell. ********* Author’s POV Two days had passed since that day but still Raniya ‘a words were wandering in her mind that he was obsessed with her which she didn’t not want to accept. She went to college the next day but when

Really listening. And that's somehow more dangerous than the kiss. When the lecture ends, the room explodes into movement. Chairs scraping. Students talking. Backpacks zipping. I gather my notebook slowly. Trying not to look at him. But curiosity wins. I glance toward the podium. He's already looking at me. Not openly. Not obviously. But enough. His expression is thoughtful. Focused. Like I've become a puzzle he intends to solve. My pulse jumps. Because I suddenly realise something unsettling. The attraction between us wasn't just physical. It wasn't just that reckless kiss. He's interested in my mind. My world. My silk.

The intensity of his gaze was staggering. It wasn't the cold focus of a soldier; it was the burning, all-consuming need of a man who had found his soul and was terrified of a single breeze blowing it away. It was a "pure" obsession, one that made my heart feel too large for my chest. The bread was forgotten. The coffee grew cold on the stove.

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

Charles adjusted himself well before settling down to business. The image of Hailey kept popping into his head and he stopped working. He placed his hand on his forehead and inhaled deeply. "Who exactly are you?" He muttered. No matter how much he thinks about it, the fact that she's proven hard to get makes him crave her the more. And once he wants something, he must surely get it. **** HOURS LATER*** The door suddenly flings open loudly, Charles frowned but when he saw Mr Monterio with Celine behind him, he needed no soothsayer to tell him what they were here for.

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."

I pressed my face to the hilt again, hands over him, letting obsession wash through me fully. Every hammer strike, every cut, every tear… had been for him. Not the sword. Not power. Him. Lachlan. My anchor, my obsession, my fire. Even holding him, I knew we weren’t done. This was just the beginning. Obsession isn’t sated by repair. Every fight, every quest would stoke it further. He would test me. I would claim him. And I’d do it every time, until there was nothing left but fire, sweat, and obsession, until he couldn’t exist without me, and I couldn’t without him.

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

It was a crystallized soul filled with brilliant light. The crowd was shocked. Selena, who had been complaining just a second ago, immediately shut up as her eyes widened to the size of saucers. She stared in disbelief at the glass cabinet and reached out to grab Joey's arm. "Jo-Joey … I'm not dreaming, am I? Is that really the Heart of the Sea?" She was holding on to Joey a bit too tightly, and Joey had to exert some strength before she could peel Selena's fingers off her.