Sinful Obsession Novels & Stories

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.

The words made my blood run cold. The obsession had never been just about money or power. It had been personal. Deeply personal. Sarah had not just wanted revenge on John. She had wanted to destroy the entire bloodline because of a secret affair John had years before they were married. A secret that had resulted in a child no one knew about. A child who had grown up to become the final shadow watching us. I sat on the cold floor staring at the letter, my hands shaking. The war we thought we had won was not over. It had simply been waiting for the right moment to reveal its true face.

He’s just another monster who serves his Satan, he was the one who made me kill Sarah’s father, I can’t let him be because he really might hurt Sarah, I know wouldn’t kill her because I could sense Bar’s obsession for her even from miles apart. He was crazy for her; he couldn’t let anyone kill her because he decides what happens to his obsessions. He considered them his property and that’s what he thinks about Sarah. “She’s not an object, accept it before laying hands on her, you never loved her” “She’s not an object, it all must’ve started as an obsession but it’s not anymore. That day, I came to beg for her, for the first time in my life I wanted to have someone so badly that I didn’t mind

I said. “Yeah well now I’m pissed because why have you not eaten. I’m very sure that twat Ife is responsible for this. I’m sorry baby..” he said and put his hand on my face. I almost flinched away but man, I was trying very hard to be very careful with this man. He was going to snap if I did anything stupid. In his eyes I could see someone who was deranged. His mind was broken at this point. He was troubled. This frantic pursuit of me was not because he loved me but it was much deeper than that. He was obsessed. And obsession could make people do crazy things that they in their right mind would not normally do.

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

I went quiet. The guilt was eating me alive. I thought masturbating would get him out of my head .I thought I would finally be set free. That I would stop thinking about him every second. But it only made it worse. I missed him even more. I just stared at my phone, his last message still glowing on the screen. Then I made up my mind. I was going to see Alex. He'd already sent the address. That old warehouse on the edge of town. Past the last bus stop, where the streets stop being busy.

His eyes were filled with a mix of love and madness. "I am so lucky to die having seen you, Avyana.I hurt you this time too, but I was helpless. I was dying for you, dying just to see you. I knew this obsession had no limits. Only death could separate us. I am your sinner, Avyana" he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead for the last time. Indeed, he was right. First came attraction, then bonds, then love, then devotion, and finally, obsession. Obsession always leads to death when it becomes extreme.

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

I loved it so much it was driving me insane. I couldn't stand the mere idea of her being with someone else. She was right about one thing. I was supposed to be marrying her mother. But that meant absolutely nothing to me right now. She belonged to me and me alone. Katherine was my favorite sin, and I was ready to burn for her. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. She was just too intoxicating for my own good. I could feel her hot, tight walls clamping hard against my fingers. Her pussy was so incredibly juicy, so sweet and addictive.

Pastor Daniels stepped forward, wiping sweat from his bald head with a trembling hand. “This is what sin looks like when you feed it, Mrs. Hartley,” he said. “Lust made flesh. Circuits of temptation.” Her mother nodded, voice cracking with fury and grief. “She used to lead youth choir,” she said to no one. “She was pure. My Layla was pure.” “We can still save her,” the pastor said, voice rising. “With prayer and cleansing. The demon is the machine.” “It’s not a demon!” Layla screamed. “It’s mine!”