Novel & Cerita Obsession Stalked By My Lover

The cold air kissing my skin briefly before he returned, spreading me wide again. Oh heavenly Father forgive me, for I have sinned. For it seems I’m about to have sex with my stalker and I have no single intention of saying no… because I want the same thing too. God! Even saying that in my head sounds insane, but it doesn’t make it any less true. His obsession doesn’t even begin to rival the one I have for him. And that? That’s the most terrifying part. Because it’s not just him watching me, wanting me, consuming me with that intensity of his..

Hurting is something I can never do. I can’t tie her using my evil ways. But I can make everything around her still, so she won’t have any other way left to surrender and come to me on, just like she accepted my feelings before. I know I am evil. And everything she sees does not deserve to have. But all this crazy love made me obsessed with her, and obsession can make you do anything. ‘’Sir, we made all the preparations. Would you like to check them by yourself or should we send it to work?’’ the owner of the place asked me, bringing me out of my thoughts.

He chuckled, clearly amused by my tone, even given my position. “I’ve always been curious about something,” he said. “That girl—Miss Isla. Do you truly love her? Or is what you feel closer to obsession?” His gaze sharpened with interest. “Think about it. If she never returned your feelings, wouldn’t you have become like those stalkers? Wouldn’t you try to claim her anyway, considering the kind of man you are?” My lips pulled into a frown, my eyes hardening into a glare. But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly.

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.

Then his expression darkened. “How convenient. Now you admit that I care about you? Well, because you never give me a chance,” he hissed. “You never truly, completely loved me. You never totally gave me all of you. Now, you try to play me for a fool again. What was I supposed to do? Watch you walk away again?” “This is not love,” I whispered, shaking my head. “It's an obsession. You don’t want me, you just want my body.” “Maybe.” His lips twisted into a smirk that chilled me. “But if this… obsession keeps you by my side, I’ll take it. I don’t care what you call it. You will never leave me again.”

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.

I care I never stopped loving But you’re with another I would have stolen you But my heart is heavy and alone My Prince Charming The one I love Where is your heart?? I have searched a million miles but never found your heart Heart Broken :- by- Gabby Vincent ********* (Cassie's POV) “My love, I won't let anything happen to you!” The voice said, filled with love and concern,it was gentle and sweet to the ear,that I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in to hear more.

She uttered while pecking his nose bridge and then finally gazed into his silver gaze. "You made me your obsessor, Arzal. An obsessor who's in need and desires to be your obsession because… " She halted and pecked his lips. "Your obsession is more beautiful than any kind of love and that is the reason I had never asked you that whether you loved me or not, in our past," Arzal silently heard her and then saw her beaming. "Because I have understood your love could leave me broken but your obsession won't even think about leaving my broken pieces,"

“Who the hell thinks it’s okay to watch someone from the shadows? That’s not affection. That’s obsession. It’s creepy and messed up.” He blinked at me, like I’d spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “I’m not a psycho,” he said slowly, as though he was trying to convince himself as much as me. “Is it wrong that I find you pretty?” “Finding me pretty and stalking me are two very different things,” I said, my voice cold enough to cut glass. “Now let go. I don’t have time for this nonsense I’m going home.” I wrenched free and shoved past him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how badly my hands were shaking. My arm throbbed where he’d gripped it too tightly, the bruises alread