Sinful Obsession Novels & Stories

As proof of how deeply he loved him, how nothing not even a child, not even the family they were supposedly building together—could ever come before Silius in his heart. He hadn't considered, until this very moment, racing through the parking lot toward his car with his pulse hammering and his mind spiraling toward every possible tragedy, that devotion twisted that far out of shape didn't look like love to anyone standing on the outside of it. It looked exactly like what Ryan had called it. Obsession. And now, with Silius missing and the truth of everything finally laid bare between them, Mathew was about to discover just how much damage that obsession had already caused—and how much more it

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

It ruins the landscape. In fact, no, why put me down in this mishap? Why should I still feel guilty for asking you to erase what connects us? You told me that the two of us " would be forever." I now remain deaf to this form of blackmail. Yes, that's blackmail, Paul. What the hell did you imagine? That you could continue to own my body and soul until the end of time? You are very selfish, let me tell you. Are you only aware of my own desires? No, I am correcting myself—my absence of lust. When you approach me, I see myself as a little girl on a merry-go-round. My mother insisted, but I would die of vertigo. Your triple-digit perfumes can get sniffed through other nostrils.

His emptied mind was like a hallow-barrow, closing his eyes without much thought. He was thoughtless as she filled him with desires, the desires of wanting more than just a kiss. All his love for was like that empty barrow. But because it was hallowed… it was like a bottomless pit. He was that hallowed-bottomless barrow, always wanting more and more from her.

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims

he replied. “And that excuses everything?” I asked. “Yeah, safe. Right,” I scoffed. How could I be safe when Sophia was out there breathing and thinking of the best way to kill me and my kids. He moved, and I blocked his path. He was hiding something, and I knew it. “You owe me answers. A lot of them. Why?” I demanded. “Why is Sophia so obsessed with me?” He looked at me, and his eyes looked downcast for a second before returning to being cold.

"...Matt will not allow you to do this either." I think I might have said the wrong thing, because her expression seemed to harden at the mention of Matt. "Don't you dare mention his name again!" She hissed, her eyes flaring. She suddenly chuckled cruelly, "Oh dear, it appears you really do not know him that well, do you?" Her lips formed a sickenly sweet smile that was anything but innocent. "He would not allow this, sure. But only because he would rather put you through the hell himself. Just like he did before." She chuckled. "He is obsessed with you, and you know what obsession does to a person? It makes you run insane! That is what Matt is going through because of you." With those words

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."