Obsession Rose Novels & Stories

My purse which I am holding carelessly falls off and I don't notice or hear my phone ringing. I stagger backwards as the bike approaches me but then I realise it isn't only one but others surround me too. They all stop and I'm caught in their middle. I don't recognise any of the bikers but they really seemed creepy. They all get off their bikes and move closer to me, a smirk tugging at their lips. "Finally, we found a lone wolf to satisfy our urge tonight." The tall one says and I'm left speechless. My brows widen in fear as I inhale their scent. They're not wolves but rouges!

"And now I have the urge to hunt. Someone needs to get punished." A breathy chuckle escaped Calix. He shook his head as an exasperated grin tugged at his lips. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He had always known Adrian was capable of great things, but this? This was a whole new level. This was the first time he saw such obsession in his eyes and just for a mere woman.

So their minor mistake can trap them in a big bait from which they may never get out. “So what do we do now?” Rose asked at the same time her eyes fell on the black orchids a little away from them, which has the power to suppress the arduous poison. And when she saw it, her eyes sparkled like stars. Without informing Arthur, she moved ahead. But as soon as she went, she stumbled upon something and felt a hard object in front of her feet. Curiously, she removed the soil from that hard thing but saw a skeleton of a woman, which scared her badly. She screamed at the top of her lungs. “Arthur.”

Except he wasn’t untouchable anymore. Lance had touched every guarded part of him. And now he wanted more. All of it. Every side. Every secret. Every ugly thing and every soft thing Ragnar tried to hide. That was when Lance finally understood. This wasn’t a crush. Wasn’t infatuation. Wasn’t even love in the clean sense of the word. It was obsession. Real, deep, ugly obsession. The kind that rewired your habits and disguised itself as affection. The kind that made someone else feel essential.

"I was drunk enough to fall asleep on some random woman's lap until you came to collect me. The moment you showed up, everything became clearer." "That's rubbish!" Rosie retorted. "How could my presence change you that much?" The corner of Sebastian's mouth lifted. To him, the answer was obvious. He was hopelessly in love with this woman. Obsessed with her. The moment Rosie appeared, the fog in his mind seemed to clear. His strength returned, his senses sharpened, and everything suddenly felt right again. No other woman had ever had that effect on him. "Well..." Sebastian’s smile turned wicked. "Why don’t we see what your presence does to me?"

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

"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.

Hailey stood up and he stretched his palm towards her. "Hold me so you won't fall," he said. Hailey laughed softly before placing her hand on his. They both left the living room. **** DEL ROSA'S MANSION*** Alberto sat in his study room, working on his laptop. He frowned deeply when he saw Charles had gotten almost all the businessmen to invest in his company. Charles has been his greatest rival in the business world. Yes, he's also rich and he's got some influential men around him, but he feels like Charles is a great obstacle to him. More reason why he's meeting him tomorrow.

I have no self control when it comes to these things. I haven't touched the bottle in a while but I fear that my new obsession won't just cause me a hangover but it will straight and directly just burn me to death. I have about nineteen roses already in my room. I am starting to actually get what he said when I first met him. He got me something that I actually didn't have. 'What to get someone who already has everything' he got me a rose. And even though I could get any rose, flower or any plant I want I don't. Proving his point that I really don't have it.

I felt the colour looked a little off so I had it packed for further investigations. We were about to leave when Jake saw a bracelet in the sand. He picked it up and when we inspected it, we saw an inscription inside it. The inscription was written in an ancient language but at the end, there were engraved images of a howling wolf and a black moon. We brought it back with us along with the discoloured food. We were about to take a bypass into the Crimson Rose territory when we smelt blood. We all spread out and saw a woman gasping for breath.