Obsession Club Novels & Stories

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

He was deeply obsessed with me and wanted to get rid of Isaac, I couldn't allow it. I heard the door open and I knew it was him because he imitated the sound of a little bird towards me, it was not necessary because he had already noticed his presence. I had nowhere to run and no way to run away, I was very stupid to go straight to her cave. I was one step away from going crazy but I tried to pretend serenity, I began to probe what was within my reach and I saw a scissors on the desk next to me. I turned around and faced him, Ezra was leaning against the doorframe and looking at me with an amused expression.

she says with an eye roll but I know she is happy that I am here to remind her to take care of herself. "Anything else I should write down in the 100 things to do in a club, super extra boring edition ,your bossiness"she says with a smile while I roll my eyes. "If not let's go and have some fun, miss no fun " she says pulling me deeper into the club, the club Deepest Desire was the most popular and exclusive club in New York City and it was packed to the max . We manage to find some seats by the bar and order some drinks , when our order finally arrives, Mia downs her drinks immediately like she has been dying of thirst in the Sahara desert.

Sex always complicated things and I knew that. I grabbed my phone and searched “Things to do near me.” I was getting desperate. Tomorrow i would joint a gym or something. A place called Obsidian popped up on my screen. It seemed interesting enough. The name alone was kind of cool. It was some type of adult club but I didn’t really know what that meant. I thought all clubs were for adults. I didn’t typically like to go places alone – like, at all, actually, but this place had piqued my interest somehow and I had to get out of this apartment.

« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

His silence said enough. The car continued for what felt like forever, taking winding turns into a part of the city she didn’t recognize. The streets narrowed, the buildings grew darker. Then, without warning, the car stopped. Natasha blinked, startled. They were parked in front of a high-end, imposing building. She didn't need to be told to know where he had brought her. A club. She stared at the huge glowing logo, her eyes caught the words— Club Obsidian. She had heard of this club before. Her dad mentioned it to her one time. It was a high-end invitation only club. People from the higher socialist circle usually frequent this place.

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

It was a pain no man would ever wish to feel including themselves who believed they were strong to withstand any emotional or physical pain. They were both lost in thoughts that they didn't realize the slight tremor in the crowd of the club. Even if they did, the cause was well too known to them. Indeed, it was none other than Sebastian, the infamous boss of the club who had severe anger issues and mood swings. The crowd of people all had it stick in their head not to provoke the infamous Greek god. Unlike every other secretive club whose members used masks, the club owned by Sebastian and partially his friends, prohibited that since they built the club to be safer than the bank itself.

My gaze didn’t leave his eyes, those dark, mysterious depths that held secrets—too many, I suspected. Dimitry, sitting beside me, narrowed his eyes and immediately leaned closer, his posture stiffening with some kind of quiet fury. “He's bad news, doll. I’d stay far away from him.” His voice was low, warning, but his words only intrigued me more. I glanced around the club, the atmosphere thick with hostility. Every table seemed to be filled with people glaring at one another, eyes filled with malice and judgment. It was as though this place thrived on tension, and the air itself hummed with it. This was clearly a bad part of town, I realized, though I was too naïve to fully comprehend what t