Ink Obsession Novels & Stories

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

Isabella took her seat at her desk with her elbows resting on the surface while her steepled fingers held position directly in front of her face. She kept her gaze fixed on the glass, but her mind was away from it. The gentle blue computer screen lighting shone against her face while she deeply concentrated on thoughts unrelated to her office documents. Her thoughts remained taken by Mafia King Vincent Moreno, who infiltrated her mind through his intense brown eyes.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

Perhaps she was exactly what Richard needed to melt the ice around his heart. --- Inside the study, Richard sank into the large leather chair behind his desk. The room was dark, illuminated only by a single desk lamp that cast long shadows across the walls. He loosened his tie and poured himself a glass of whiskey, but he didn’t drink. Instead, he stared at the amber liquid, lost in thought.

I growled as I dropped the book back on the table, making sure I dropped it the way she left it. I went through her wardrobe and sniffed on her clothes. I have dreamt of this severally, sniffing her body and claiming her as mine. I couldn't help but lean more into the closet and my eyes came in contact with her panties. I swallowed hard as my curiosity piqued, wondering how she smells down there. I clenched fist as I tried to hold back the urges that shot through my veins. ‘Get your act together,dude.’ I growled internally. I know you might call me crazy, weird. That's me,I can't control myself when I start obsessing. I have never felt this way towards any human,she is the first and forever

It feels like I’m losing my mind inch by inch, like the absence of her is its own kind of madness clawing at my skull. Sometimes I wonder what kind of disease or spell Anya Sokolova has cast over me. Because this obsession didn’t start slow it hit me like a bullet to the chest. One encounter during Roman’s wedding wedding, just one look into those soft, startled eyes, and I was a goner. A seasoned mafia man undone in a single breath by a woman who doesn’t even know the damage she’s causing. And God help me…I still can’t get enough.

"Since when do you believe in her?" "Since I started raising a Lycanthrope cub." Silence. Occisor doesn't like to remember that, whether he likes it or not, he is part of that race. And because of that, he never transformed again. The only supernatural powers he uses are his almost eternal life, his brute force, l and his long-distance vision. "What if…" Occisor didn't stop eating, but his attention is on Mary's words, who has her eyes fixed on the blood in her glass.

And I was ready to exploit every flaw in his obsession. Mark paused near the desk, scanning the files and hidden drives. His obsession flared visibly—a subtle twitch in his jaw, the intensity of his gaze sharpening. He reached for one of the drives, but didn’t touch it. “These are mine,” he said, voice low, predatory. “Every secret, every file, every shadow of your past… mine.” “Yes,” I said, calm, steady. “Yours.” He stepped closer, circling slowly like a predator assessing prey. “Do you understand what obedience means, Jessy? That knowledge without permission is dangerous?”

I roared at her and she frowned at me, then her beautiful features turned ugly and her dark eyes felt like two dark pits as she advanced on me. “Why do you care so much about him? What? Do you want him? Interested in him? Does the Russian help you feel good at night?! He has been mine since the moment I laid my eyes on him. He will be with me no matter what and if you stood in my way, I won’t even fucking blink when I kill you and keep going. Yes, I want him, yes I want to own him and not even god would stop me from doing that.” Isis roared, and I blinked at her, taken aback by her outburst. And how furious she was just because she thought there was something between me and him?!

Obsession doesn’t announce itself with sirens. It seeps in quietly, like water under a locked door, until the floor you stand on warps and bends beneath you. For Rose, it began with little things. A text at odd hours, not of endearment but of command. Don’t go in tonight. Meet me instead. Wear the black dress.