Obsessed Novel Novels & Stories

And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own missing chess piece It’s worse than fucked up. When I say I’m about to cross lines, I mean exactly that: fucking her more than once. Keeping her as my new mistress. I’ll hunt her moments. I’ll claim her nights and mornings until the world bends to the shape of her and me. The urge is new, a hunger that doesn’t ask permission. Because obsession isn’t gentle. It’s a slow, precise cruelty I’m willing to perform, again and again, until she’s branded mine in ways even I can’t name.

I met his gaze, locked in the depths of his dark eyes. "This is not on you," he murmured. "I can’t bear the fact that someone left such a cruel mark on you. It’s because of you—but this is my revenge." His words sank deep into my bones. I looked at him carefully. This—this was the real him. Completely bare. Transparent. I couldn’t believe it. Jina was right. This man is obsessed with me.

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.

Her skin crawled. When lightning illuminated the room again, Scarlet caught another glimpse of the three strange, white-haired women. She realized that they were pacing in a circular motion around her. She reached out and tried to grasp one of the women’s arms, but they moved too quickly for even super vampire speed. “She is in love,” another voice said, distinct from the first but equally as disconcerting. “It is an obsession,” the third voice contested. Her voice was the most terrifying of them all. It was raspy, painful just to listen to, like acid burning flesh.

“That's fine. We will be going. May I go and direct the other guards on how to manage things in my absence.” Tyler implored solemnly. The expected bridge between boss and servant was still visible in the relationship between Tyler and Damon, despite their closeness to each other. “Call Debby while you're going out.” Damon replied, looking at Tyler stylishly. ******************** “How can I describe this kind of enslavement? Do I say that I got myself entrapped? Or what? I've been here for months without doing anything or even going under the sun. The crown of the whole dilemma, I finally slept with my slave master. What's my fate, that I can get out of here?”

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

I imagine her name is Isabelle. Isabelle, it's soft, and it's light. If I observe the elegance of her step, I see the lightness in it, that of someone who has left their worries at the office. A wild thought comes to me. Could Isabelle be unfaithful to her man? A small, nothing but mini infidelity of nothing at all. It would be a nice one but quickly forgotten because her man is waiting for her at home. Would she feel guilty like the regrets that gnaw at me? But basically, if I analyze: why have remorse? What are they here for? It was me the day before. I don't think it was a dream. It was my hands that were playing with this new body. I could not have dreamed of a better moment. Or if so, c

One of them wouldn't have made me His Obsession and the other wouldn't have wanted to own me, come what may. Maybe I would have been alive, living as happy as my family made me. Why did I die? It's because I couldn't leave without one of them, but the one I want, didn't really want me as much and it killed me, it took away my very soul. I will stop scaring you now so that you will be patient enough to read this story, my story. So please, stay around because I will want you to tell me in the end if I was wrong or right.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

and “What breaks first?” Adrian leaned against the desk, watching me flip through it. “You wrote about surrender in your essay on “The Monk”,” he said, reaching for the printed pages of my work. He tapped a paragraph with a red pen. “You said true obsession doesn’t destroy from the outside. It grows inside the ribs, wearing the shape of salvation until the host can no longer tell the difference.” He read it aloud in that velvet voice, and my nipples tightened painfully against my blouse. Hearing my own words in his mouth made me ache.