Strange Obsession Novels & Stories

She laughed, twirling with the stranger, the tension from earlier fading away. Dino watched from a distance, arms crossed. His jaw clenched as he saw how easily she fell into rhythm, how comfortable she looked. He wasn’t sure why, but something about it irritated him. "Didn’t peg you as the jealous type," a voice beside him drawled. Dino glanced over. The same guy from earlier smirked at him knowingly. "Jealous?" Dino scoffed. "Hardly." "Right," the guy said, unconvinced. "So you’re just glaring for fun?"

Isabella asked quietly. "No." Dante's voice cracked. "I'm possessive to the point of obsession. I can't stand other men looking at you. I've had nightmares about you leaving since month two. I track your location constantly even though you don't know it. I'm controlling and damaged and so fucking broken that I don't know how to love someone without suffocating them." "Dante…."

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

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.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

Even the wind seemed reluctant to disturb the moment. Scarlett studied the stranger carefully. Something felt different. If this person truly belonged to the Obsidian Circle, they weren't behaving the way she expected. There was no arrogance. No threats. No obvious hostility. That only made the situation more unsettling. "What do you want?" The stranger looked directly at her. "To stop what's coming." The answer arrived so quickly that Scarlett almost laughed. Instead, she folded her arms. "That's convenient." "I know how it sounds." "Do you?" The stranger nodded.

I’m already hard for her again, my obsession limitless. “Cheers to haunting you, sweet Nova.” THE END

“You were the one who insisted on caving in to so-called emotions by telling me you fell in love with the Hale boy.” Amara laughed then—low, sharp, humorless. “Is this what we’re talking about here? And not the fact that your so-called partner in Gideon actually attempted to murder me? And all for a stupid document and weird obsession.” She spat the words. They landed between them like glass. Richard stood up fully now. The casualness fell away. He walked toward her, slow and deliberate, boots crunching softly against gravel. He stopped close enough that she could smell his cologne—expensive, familiar, nauseating.

He went over to Mickey. "Hey, move away. Let me do it, it seems as though you're planning to take my mom away from me" he muttered. Leah laughed from where she was. She's glad to see he's finally the cheerful Jaime that she knows. She looked around the restaurant worriedly. "Where are you?" She asked, referring to her husband, Sebastian. **** MONTERIO'S INVESTMENT*** Hailey shut down her computer as she was through with the day's work. She stretched her shoulder tiredly and yawned softly. She's suddenly feeling hungry.