Obsession: Her Final Vengeance Novels & Stories

She gritted her teeth with bloodshot eyes, similar to the mad wolf who had lost all instinct. She wanted to kill someone with bare hands and listened to the agonizing cry of humans. Her knuckles cracked while the pain turned into tears. It was her place. She should have been with him, but how did everything collapse before her eyes? Elsa noticed everything around her, including Carl and Jennifer. The animosity Jennifer was radiating could be felt without looking at her. Those killing eyes were needles that could go through a skull. She knew she had become Jennifer's desired target. Maybe in the coming days, she got attacked by her. Just as she thought life in the Palace wouldn't be peaceful,

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

She said instantly with an evil smirk. “ What…???” I asked eagerly and she explained… “If you kill Dimitri???” I widened my eyes I wasn't expecting this “What... what are you saying... how can I...no I can't ???” I stuttered helplessly. “ Why... Don't you want to get free from him...? He is your rapist Anastasia... Don't you want to take your revenge from him hun?? If a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade...”

More images appeared of him in his room, trying to bring her back to live. Time after time..he failed, and again, again… But he didn’t relent. The quest to bring her back turned to craze and madness. And like that…his love turned into an obsession. To resurrect the woman he loved he was willing destroy the world..to go through any means— And so the realization hit me like ice… That meant—he wasn’t born evil…the loss of his love turned him that way. The obsession to bring her back took Jim down a very dark path that he couldn’t claw his way out.

I hollered, stood up to approach her but she immediately moved backwards really fast, still having her face to me. I attempted to move closer but she brought her hand forward, "stop!" She yelled, panting like I was the demon of a horror movie trying to catch its prey. "Please tell me what's wrong so we can sort it out." I inquired, fully trying my best to stay calm. "Is it because of some goddamn fucking obsession that you decided to paralyse my parents by spraying that gas? Just so you could get your stupid desire." She hollered, tears rolling down her face.

Dockett stated, pulling me out of my vile fantasy. As the fucker continued on, I found myself moving to edge of my seat. This was fucking insane. How could the little man give away our contract? How? “Turn it off,” I said, barely keeping my voice low. “Quiet,” Daniel whispered. I took several raspy breaths, my mind shifting to thoughts of revenge. Not only would I fuck the gorgeous woman, I was going to break her. Goddamn it. Nothing like this happened to Worth Corp. She would belong to me very soon. Every inch.

She went still. “With you,” I murmured, “there are no lines. No laws. No limits.” Her breath stuttered, it was subtle, but I caught it. That hesitation. That flicker of something buried too deep to name. She hated what I was saying. Hated that some twisted part of her responded to it. “You think obsession is love?” she asked, her voice tight. “No,” I answered, deadpan. “Love weakens men. Makes them cautious. Hesitant.”

And I’d do it every time, until there was nothing left but fire, sweat, and obsession, until he couldn’t exist without me, and I couldn’t without him. Hands on him, feeling the faint pulse from the core embedded in him, I whispered, “We’re just getting started. And damn it, I’ll make sure you know… I own you. All of you. Every swing, every breath, every beat.” And deep in my chest, I felt it, hunger twisting sharper, darker, hungrier. Not lust. Not greed. Pure obsession. Next quest would push us harder. The next dungeon, the next monster, would be nothing but sparks for the fire we’d stoke together.

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

I came hard, my cum shooting out and splattering across the screen of my phone, I kept pumping my fist, milking every last drop out of my cock, my hips still humping up into my hand, I was panting and sweating and shaking, and I could not stop watching her on the screen I stared at her for a long moment, watching her sleep, she was so beautiful and so broken and so completely mine and I felt a surge of satisfaction so deep it made me shudder I was obsessed, I knew I was obsessed, I was too obsessed with her and I did not give a single fuck, she had ruined me and now I was going to ruin her, I was going to make her suffer for the rest of her life, I was going to make her regret ever crossing