Obsession: Her Final Vengeance Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

Chapter Fifteen Thorne I watched as Aphrodite’s face scrunched upward at the sound of her fist hitting the employee’s face. She looked different from now, she looked lethal and filled with blood thirst, and I loved every part of it. She had two sides of her, and that made me intrigued. What was her story? I switched off the tv, and they turned to face me. “Anyone who violates the rule of engaging in a physical fight will be fired,” I said, rolling the seat slowly as I watched like a predator. Mr.Sam gazed at them with a disappointment.

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

"You need to see a proper doctor." "She needs to see a psychiatrist," Victoria snapped. "She tried to kill herself and then she stabbed Isabelle. She's dangerous!" Dante's hands paused for just a second. Then he continued wrapping the bandage, securing it with tape. "Elena," he said, still not looking at Victoria. "Why did you do that?" This was it. Her moment. Elena looked up at Dante. Then past him to where Isabelle stood, leaning against Victoria for support. Isabelle's expression was carefully neutral, but there was a warning in her eyes.

"I don't like you, I only want to f**k you. That sexy gown makes me wanna bury myself in between your thighs" That was all Hailey needed at that moment, she was already mad with the fact that she lost her job and then this? "You imbecile!" She shouted, she raised her hands to hit him but quickly controlled herself. She wouldn't want to be chased by his guards again, who knows if she might be unlucky this time. "Get out of my sight while I'm still being nice" she gritted out. She turned to walk away. "I think you should be thanking me... Hailey"

You’re going to regret it if you let those billionaires slip through your fingers! [The side character is just a bimbo. Her looks are the only thing she has going for her. She thinks she’s making a killing, but the three guys are the main characters. They are worth way more. Just wait until she realizes what she lost!] [Can’t wait for our baby girl to bag all three of them and come back to humiliate the side character.] Cassie stared at the virtual screen with a deluded smile as if the fantasy was within reach.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

She went all in. It was bold and dangerous. And the second she walked out with her friend, I felt the weight shift in the room. Every set of eyes burned with envy, with suspicion, with malice. My crew felt it too. “You sure about this, boss?” Dante asked, twirling the ring on his finger. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, grinning like he knew the chaos that was about to come. “Because that looked permanent.” “Permanent?” I scoffed, leaning back. “Don’t overthink it. I just need to shut some pussy up. That’s all.”

"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.