Obsessed With True Crime Novels & Stories

A grainy photo of me in Nikolai’s arms with both of us stumbling out of the bar like drunken lovers was plastered across the screen beneath a headline about Italy’s most untouchable crime lord and a “mystery woman.” My stomach dropped. And then the rest of the night hit me like a train. The drinks. The laughter. The heat. His mouth on mine. Oh no…oh no, no, no.. I stumbled out into the street forcing deep breaths as guilt and rage fought for dominance inside me. I went back to my office and dumped the flash drive with the files I'd gotten so far. I left a note there for Sterling which said: “This is all you’re getting. I'm off the case.”

RIVER How do you feel when someone you love deeply chooses his best friend over you? How worse can it be for me? Now, I am almost losing my sanity but everything changes when I find myself in an unknown room and my heart dies in my chest when I see my ex's favourite biker — the one he has always been obsessed with, in between my legs and a dark glint on his lips. *** A big smile crawls up my face when Ryker's message pops up on my phone's screen.

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

“He was crying, Beck. Like raw, ugly tears when he said Jared took something he loved.” She looked Beck in the eyes. “I don't think that was just jealousy or heartbreak. It was something else. He was… devastated.” "Obsession also doesn't fuel a six year hunt," Hayden added, putting his arm around her as if he needed the physical contact to stay grounded. "Obsession makes you messy. This man is precise.” He gestured sharply to the rose, the note, the whole night. “This is… organized. This is patience. This is years of planning.”

I tell him. He stares at me for like a whole minute, like he's trying to read me. “Wait a minute, usually you'll just say no, that you're not worried about her. The only time you over-explain is when you're hiding something. Oh my God, did something happen between the two of you?” He asked and he had a smile on his face. “You need to stop watching true crime at night, Daniel; it's messing with you. Get him down to the cells.” I tell him and then I turn around and start making my way back to the house.

“I think our only options are sitcom reruns or a documentary about a serial killer from the ‘80s.” Her spine straightens. “A true crime documentary, you say?” I shoot her a deadpan look. “Please tell me you’re not one of those girls who is obsessed with listening to true crime stories to the point you can fall asleep to it?” Paetyn pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth and shrugs. I wave her off with my hand and keep flicking through the channels. “Forget I even asked.” “Are you saying that because you’re not interested in the genre or because you’re an enforcer who sees more crime scenes than the average person?”

"They'll both realize you're not worth the trouble you bring. The family drama, the scandal, the chaos that comes with your baggage is not everyone can handle. And you'll have nowhere else to go but back into my arms. Won't you?" I stared at him, my heart pounding, and suddenly something clicked into place. Something about the way he was looking at me... not with love, not even with genuine desire. He looked at me like he wanted to possess me. With Obsession. His need went far beyond normal emotion. "Why are you so obsessed with me, Chase?" I asked, calmer but more pointed. "This can't be love. This isn't what love looks like. Is it the money you're looking for? My father's business connecti

My instincts couldn't help but scream for me to touch it. So I reached for it. And as the wax cracked under my fingers, I said my prayers silently. That whatever truth hid inside won't be the kind that destroys. But deep down, I already knew that truths like these never saves. It only revealed more dangerous secrets.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

It had taken much more than a new coat of paint and new front door. He had completely gutted the place and practically built it new from the floor up. Then all the business that he had gotten had come from the morbid horror chasers and those who are obsessed with true crime. Everyone had wanted to see the 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.