Psychopath Love Obsession Novels & Stories

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

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.

“And he looks pissed." “He’s not my stalker,” I said too fast. “He’s just… persistent." “Persistent is one word for it,” Kevin muttered. “Obsessed is another." Before I could tell him to shut up, a shadow fell over our table. Alexander didn’t sit. He just dropped a bottle of water on my tray. Cold. Condensation dripping down the side. “You didn’t drink anything,” he said. Voice flat. “I’m not thirsty." “Liar,” he said again. Same as before. Then he looked at Kevin. “You done?"

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

"Does his cock reach deeper than mine ever could? I bet you moan like a bitch in heat for him now.” My stomach turned. This psychopath was actually getting aroused by this. I could hear the sick excitement in his voice. “Jasper...” “Tell me,” he cut in, voice dropping into something darker and nastier. “Does he knot you? Does he fill that pregnant pussy until you’re leaking his cum for days?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. This man needed professional help and possibly holy water.

“The woman is not who I am worried about, I am worried about Axell! Don't you know how crazy he can be when he wants something? He does everything in his power to get it! He is a psychopath! Haven't you noticed that?” I screamed at the top of my voice.

her voice was shaky, the tears wouldn’t stop rolling down and her body shook with sobs. “You stabbed him so many times in front of me! You monster! I hate you!” Her voice was filled with strong emotions. “Get away from me! Get away from me!! I hate you!!” “But I love you.” I reached my hands down to hold her trembling hands but it made her tremble even more. “You…” “I love you, Caily and I was only waiting till you become an adult before I’d tell you about how much I fucking love you and…” I was a psychopath. I just killed her father and I was confessing my feelings to her right in the room where her father’s body still laid all battered up and bloodied.