Heart Of Obsession Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly. “Forgive me. I just enjoy learning everything I can about people. A hobby, you could say.” For a moment, I didn’t react. I didn’t speak. Then slowly, a cold smile curved my lips as I leaned back against the seat. “You are right, I am obsessed ,” I said calmly. “I can’t live without her. I can’t bear the thought of her with another man. But the one thing I truly couldn’t bear…” My gaze darkened. “Is her hating me.”

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

It felt so weird to be admired by someone else that wasn't Justin. "I tried my best to be patient with you but I was bitten by a venomous anger when I eventually found out that you were Justin's obsession. My whole heart ached and my soul was shattered when I found out that he was a step ahead of me on getting you, by forcing you to be with him via a contract." He sobbed.

As proof of how deeply he loved him, how nothing not even a child, not even the family they were supposedly building together—could ever come before Silius in his heart. He hadn't considered, until this very moment, racing through the parking lot toward his car with his pulse hammering and his mind spiraling toward every possible tragedy, that devotion twisted that far out of shape didn't look like love to anyone standing on the outside of it. It looked exactly like what Ryan had called it. Obsession. And now, with Silius missing and the truth of everything finally laid bare between them, Mathew was about to discover just how much damage that obsession had already caused—and how much more it

“You don’t understand love, Daniel. What you’re doing isn’t love—it’s obsession.” His expression faltered for the briefest second, but the storm behind his eyes quickly returned. “Maybe it is,” he admitted, his tone quiet but dangerous. “But obsession is what’s keeping you alive right now. You might not like it, but one day, you’ll see that I was right.” I took a shaky step back, my fingers tightening around the phone. “I’ll never see it your way.” His gaze dropped to my hands, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “Drop. The. Phone.”

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

I'd grown up figuring things out as I went, alone, with nobody to show me how any of this worked. He looked at me then, mildly amused. *"Is that so?"* he said. *"My ring costs more than you want to know. You can write me a check whenever you feel like it."* My brain short-circuited. Diana choked beside me. I'd officially played myself. *"Okay,"* I mumbled, barely audible. *"I will."* I prayed he didn't hear the way my voice cracked. --- **Ethan's POV** Shopping for women's clothing was a headache.