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"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

She'd been so disoriented when she woke up, she hadn't explored. Elena crossed to it and turned the handle. It opened. Not a closet. An office. Her breath caught. The room was smaller than the bedroom, but just as luxurious. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined one wall, filled with leather-bound volumes in Italian, English, French. A massive mahogany desk dominated the space, its surface pristine except for a laptop, a crystal tumbler, and a single photograph in a silver frame. Elena stepped inside, her heart pounding. This was Rodrigo's space. She could feel it in the expensive whiskey, the scent of his cologne still lingering in the air, the way everything was perfectly arranged with milita

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a

“Always. Completely. And I’ll show you exactly what that means.” The night stretched on in waves of desire and possession. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, and ignited a fire in every inch of my body. Each whisper, each dark murmur, each touch was a reminder of his obsession, his need, and his promise to keep me untouchable and utterly his. Even in moments of surrender, there was no doubt who held the power. Sebastian’s obsession was all-consuming, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. And I? I was utterly addicted.

he said with sad eyes as he looked her face She burst into tears with her gaze on the floor "Son, we never knew the reason your grandma was killed. We heard the news the next day and we went in search of you but you were nowhere to be found" Emilio explained Eden sighed and wiped away the tears that dripped down his face. "You know, I recall how you both always thought that I was possessed whenever I caused a nuisance" he said and sniffed. "Well, you're right. And right now, I'm possessed with a darkness that has overshadowed me" he said

"It's obsession. But without it… he would burn everything, Allistair included." Hours passed, or maybe only minutes, but time was irrelevant now. The Book hummed, restless, a silent pulse of malice that wanted loose, yet it was still anchored by Allistair through the insane devotion of Lucifer. Every stir, every shudder, every faint gasp was greated by the same obsessive, maddening care. Lucifer leaned in, pressing his forehead closer, voice raw. "Do you feel it? The chaos? The destruction? I know. I know it all. But I am here. I am with you. Every step, every breath… mine."

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An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

He whispered, and I could feel the comfort of my wolf via his touch, tickling my skin. “You are the obsessed one. Sometimes, the thing about being obsessed isn’t about feeling love in an unhealthy way; rather, it’s about feeling hate, and that is both your attraction and your addiction. That description does not fit me. Who exactly is obsessed at this point?” I accidentally let it go, and I could see him gritting his teeth. He must be bothered by the things I say. He let me go, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Is that your victory?” He asks while laughing it off.