Obsession: Her Final Vengeance Novels & Stories

He was so obsessed with me, and was so desperate for me, that he would go to any lengths. He had gone through all this trouble, and had killed his own men, just so he could have his way. He was the definition of obsessed. And, I knew once an obsession had taken hold, there was no stopping it. He was not going to stop until he had me. Until he had my body and soul. The thought alone made my blood turn cold. Was I really back to square one? Back to where it had all started. Was I ever going to get away? Was I ever going to have a life outside of Viktor?

The pace of the vibrator increased, the hum intensifying. “Ohhh—fuck—” A soft thump as she arched back against the stall. “He should be bending me over his desk, not looking at her like that—” Her breath came in ragged pants now, her moans slipping past her lips faster, sharper. “Ahhh—ahh—fuck, I’m so close—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my nails digging into my palms. This wasn’t just jealousy. This was obsession. And it was spiraling into something dangerous.

Her vision was blurry, probably from a swollen eye. Her pride took a small beating. Eddie never wanted Alex to see her so pathetic. He was here though. Alex had come for her. He came to rescue her. She looked him over, his pale face and blonde hair, his perfect blue eyes swirling with storms of rage. Her villain, her husband, was here to rescue her. But he could be in danger, Johannes was still after her. She grabbed his shirt, “We have to run! Someone is chasing me.” “Did that bastard do that to you?” Alex gripped her shoulders. She dumbly nodded her response, “Death will be too kind of a punishment for him.”

"The spring will open soon, Ella. It is time. I had the vision. The soul that the spring seeks is in our pack. I followed the rituals. But it rejected all the alpha females including ours. You are the one left, Ella." "Don't twist it more than it already is. You said my body is not an alpha wolfs. Even if Lexa is an alpha, you can not use me," I said. "That you will slowly understand. You will get your answers at the right moment. But take my advice, don't try to look for Edward or run away, Zen is now raging with a desire for vengeance. It will only hurt you and cost Edward's life. Come to the conclave in the evening. You will be able to see your husband there as well," the oracle warned me

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

His eyes were filled with a mix of love and madness. "I am so lucky to die having seen you, Avyana.I hurt you this time too, but I was helpless. I was dying for you, dying just to see you. I knew this obsession had no limits. Only death could separate us. I am your sinner, Avyana" he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead for the last time. Indeed, he was right. First came attraction, then bonds, then love, then devotion, and finally, obsession. Obsession always leads to death when it becomes extreme.

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

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 imagine the marks I'll leave on her skin, the bruises I'll inflict as I use her for my own twisted pleasure. It's wrong. I know it's wrong. But I can't stop. I won't stop. Not until I have her. Not until I've made her mine. The thought of claiming her, of ruining her for anyone else, sends a dark thrill through me. She'll be mine. Only mine. Forever. I'm losing myself to this obsession. I'm spiraling out of control, and I don't care. Let me fall. Let me drown. As long as I have Marianna in the end, nothing else matters.