Obsession: Dark Desires Season 2 Novels & Stories

Tracy said. "Well, Wyatt hates Jaime. He can do anything just to spite him" Pearl shrugged. "Not to the extent of playing with a girl's emotions" Tracy muttered. Lilian kept playing with her food as if her mind was somewhere else. What if that's the truth? Could Wyatt be dating Layla just to get at Jaime? *** KELSO, J&H RESTAURANT*** Sebastian packed the plates on the tables and went to give them to Leah. She's the one doing the dishes.

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

I watch TV and see two hot, hunky guys caressing and kissing a woman who seems to be enjoying it. The two handsome men, one brunette and the other blonde, are naked and stunning. They both have huge limbs, and all I can do is drool over them and imagine myself as the woman. Yes, I want to be the lucky one standing between them, about to be fucked like there’s no tomorrow.

He then added, "You need to get over your fucking obsession with that girl." "I'm not fucking obsessed with her," Andrea whispered in response, closing his eyes and massaging the bridge of his nose. "You don't love her, do you? Because if you do, why the fuck are you locking her up? Why is she so young, and why does she not own a phone?”

“Why, Alexa? You’re beautiful. You could get anyone. Why me? Why like this?” Her smile broke, and suddenly she snapped, her voice rising with fire. “Exactly, you are the one I want!” she shouted, slamming her hand against the table. Her eyes burned with something I didn’t recognize—something past love, something darker. “Don’t you get it? It’s always been you!” My heart pounded hard in my chest. “This isn’t love,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “This is obsession. It’s sick, Alexa. You need help.”

“Together. Always.” As the sun began to set over the ocean, I held my family close and tried to believe that the worst was truly behind us. But deep down I knew the shadows had not disappeared completely. Someone new was still out there. Someone who knew our secrets. Someone who wanted to meet our daughter soon. Our forbidden love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful family. But the obsession it created refused to die quietly. And the next chapter was already beginning to unfold in the darkness.

it was more than just a lust. It was something much more dark, deep and cruel than lust, because his intentions for her had already stepped inside the most deadliest door of obsession. And Anisia failed to comprehend it at that moment. “Do not think again that you can use me to claim your victory, Nevan Morelli,” she said to him while peering into his menacingly hungry eyes, which did ignite something inside her too. Something, extremely foreign and somehow…immoral too. Anisia grasped her clothes which he was holding, and then she tried to snatch her clothes apart from his hand, but his hold around her clothes had turned extremely rough.

He does scare me but I refuse to show my fear. “And what if that obsession of yours will fade?” I contended, rage illuminating my entire being like a bright white light. I know how obsession works very well, but once that phase will be over. Then, I’m good as nothing but a toy he’s done playing with. And what next? He’ll discard me like I didn’t even exist in the first place. Obsession is a dangerous thing. It can make a person do anything, and by “anything,” I mean the most unbelievable of behaviors.

It was completely dark inside. Just when I kept my foot inside, I was grabbed quickly and pushed against the door. I felt a weight on top of my body. A hand clicked the knob beside me to lock it from inside. The intoxicating fragrance of lotus flower and heavy breaths were falling all over me. My wolf was almost losing its mind. I was still pressed against the door. I could feel Zen struggling with his wolf to keep it in his control. Suddenly he asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Don't touch me. You don't get to just drag me around like this anymore, Dante. You lost that right." Dante stood by the door, his hands resting on his hips, and he looked incredibly tired, the shadows under his eyes visible even in the dim lamplight of the room, but his gaze was locked onto hers, completely focused and desperate. "You have no idea what kind of game you're playing, Elena, you're walking into a slaughterhouse with Rodrigo Felix and you're doing it with a smile on your face."