Obsession: Her Final Vengeance Novels & Stories

All my years of being with so many bitches, I had never heard a sound like that. Her nipples shooting at me like a growing plant, poking through the fabric begging to be touched. The way her neck followed like she was being controlled, the one I almost lost last night as my dick jerked awake. She was sent to destroy me and I was going to let it happen. Either I get destroyed or she goes with me.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

Then he let go of her hair, giving her space to unload. “You win. Are you happy now, watching me get dragged through the mud? Robert Caldwell’s daughter, paying for his sins?” She slammed her fists into the bed, the metal frame ringing with each hit. “If you’re not happy yet, I could just die right now and make you smile!” Nathan only stared, expressionless. His face was flat, his eyes cold. Tessa knew no words would break through that wall of revenge. In his mind she was just another part of a plan he needed to finish.

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po

Get to know their likes and their dislikes. I wasn't escaping them anytime soon. ***** The moment I stepped into the hall, Greg almost swallowed me with his rant. “The obsidian show will be taking place in the heart of the city, high top celebrities would be invited. This is their first official show, so we need to be spectacular. Their fame is lying in our hands, Clara…” he continued to rant but I could hardly concentrate on the word. My eyes continued to search the perimeter of the hall, desperate to see that familiar blonde hair pass by.

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

The anger which is brewing inside me will only be calmed when I will see her dying. A satisfied smile curves the corner of my lips when I watch her whimpering and looking at Jarek with a hurtful gaze. No, punishment... no death would have been better for her than this. What can be more painful than seeing the person you are obsessed with, for whom you have done everything so that you can be with that person, crazy for your blood? Call me cruel, but finally, I feel that I am getting my revenge in the true sense. Whatever wrong she did with me... with us was because of her obsession with Jarek, and he is the one who will give her an agonizing death.

Normally, I wouldn’t be so acquiescent to her telling me what to do, but she’s taller than me, and I use her as a shield, hunkering down next to her as we walk. She stops at a big table right out in the open with a clear view of the arcade, pool tables, and bar. Great, just great—right in the middle for everyone to see. I sigh. “What time did you arrive to score a front-row seat?” “Chi-Os get the best. I aim to please.” Jess is a Type A tornado on her way to Yale to get her doctorate in medicene. We’re nothing alike, but we manage. She thinks I’m a little wild, and I think she has a stick up her ass. She's still my bestfriend anyways.

he whispered, licking her clean as he held her in place. “I can’t…” she muttered as she trembled from the orgasm. But the night was still young. Vince was far from done with her, especially having seen the marks an unfamiliar man left on her skin. Regardless of how difficult it would be for Serenity to cover up, Vince didn’t care. He believes he’s gone mad like Serenity. But that didn’t matter at that point to him. All he could feel was the immense desire he had always felt towards the daughter of his boss.

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''