Movie Dangerous Obsession Novels & Stories

Unknown P. O. V. Rachel had awoken in a fright, having a short-lived nightmare. She was frozen solid as she continued to stare at her own dead body. And she never realised that there was a man, a very dangerous man behind her. Taking joy in her fright. When she was about to see the man behind her was when she woke up in a daze.

It felt really nice to be held in his arms, to be so close to him, to be able to smell him with every breath, and to bury her head on his chest whenever a scary scene came on. Before she knew it, it was already 2 AM in the morning and they were on their second Halloween movie of the night, Edward Scissorhands. Sierra, still in her dress, was sprawled on top of Colton. There were glasses of alcohol and all sorts of snacks scattered all around them. She was getting delirious due to the alcohol and the lack of sleep, and she started slurring words without having control over them. “Hey, Colton,” she said. “Hm?”

But don't worry I will find those ba****** and I will smash their heads. '''Right now you need to take rest and please stop thinking about that...''' '''What did they want in return???? How did you arrange money?????'''' he was thinking that they called me for money and I decided to not tell him anything because he was already mad at them and in that condition he wasn't capable of anything.. '''I managed whatever they ask... Now,, stop asking too many questions... I have to call the nurse... you are alright now... come on.. take some rest...'''

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

a hint of worry as if she was afraid of making a mistake. Damn it, Clara never made any mistakes when it came to sex, and Lucas swore there was no woman as good as her at it. She is not just a wild desire in his mind. Clara is something... that he could never explain in words. He feels a tremendous obsession with her, and he realizes its deadly influence, something that could potentially endanger him. But, yes. This is what is happening. He can't stop himself. And he will continue to pursue what he desires until... he feels tired of everything and starts letting go of Clara.

After all, the Devil was obsessed with traditional methods too… Two bulky men were standing beside Darlos waiting for his boss's command,Darlo was screaming to leave him. "Rub that chilli", hearing his boss's command, both of them started rubbing it on Darlos body aggressively. Damien sitting on a chair glare with smirk plastered on his face watching at the shouting mad man tied up in front of him. "Now spread that charcoal all over this fucker's body" Damien stood up from his chair looking at his prey who was now begging him to have mercy on him. Did he care ? No ,no one have right to talk about his family but he was threatening the Boss…the king of this whole fucking mafia world.

Not until a certain Italian firecracker walked in and turned all the years I have spent building my calm and quiet into smoke and ashes. But Mira is a chaos I want to keep. I haven't eaten or drank anything in the past ten hours, not even coffee, because I'm not sure if she has eaten either. I haven't slept a wink because I'm not sure she has. I have hands down never been so scared in my entire life. When I find her, I am never letting her out of my sight. Ever again. The door swings open and Damon marches in. "I hear you've successfully smashed six shot glasses this morning."

Obsession—that's the one word he could use to describe the woman as he watched her cradle her boyfriend's face worriedly, the same man who had literally been out to give her a concussion, or worse, brain damage. He'd met her again at one of the parties he'd been forced to attend by a friend. She was throwing herself at literally any guy that gave her even the slightest attention. Damien didn’t usually give a damn about most people, but this girl reminded him of someone. The obsession he'd seen in her eyes that day, the willingness to love that guy even though he'd hurt her—it was all too familiar. He'd grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the noisy club.

Just an anonymous admirer who refused to reveal themselves. But the timestamps were recent. Frequent. Persistent. This wasn’t harmless infatuation. This was obsession. I leaned back slowly, my mind racing. Someone in this office had access to Damon’s drinks. His space. His routines. Someone close. Someone patient. And whoever they were, they weren’t trying to scare him anymore. They were trying to erase him. I closed the laptop, a calm settling over me that felt dangerous in its clarity. This wasn’t just about my mother anymore.