The Demon's Obsession Novels & Stories

Trying to sate a lifetime of questions in the course of one conversation, Livia let them fly at will. "Why do people become obsessed with me? I mean, I'm not... well, that you know...?" she asked, the question she’d been harbouring for the last decade. Sitting back in her seat, she braced for the answer, nervously playing with the hem of her sleeve while she tried to listen past the abnormally loud beat of her heart. "All humans experience that magnetism toward demons. It’s called allure. You evidently just haven't been taught to keep it in check. You are not just a witch, dear, but a demon." Rhye answered.

Once inside the room, Anastasia gracefully placed the drinks on the side table, before reclining upon my bed, strategically showcasing her most captivating assets. The insidious force within me yearned to burst forth, my eyes ablaze with a haunting shade of violet, my demonic essence pulsating with temptation. Among the myriad races, demons were notorious for their affinity towards such wicked deeds. And I, being a demon myself, felt an innate urge to consume the woman standing before me. Unaware of the transformation in Riel's eyes, Anastasia remained fixated on flaunting her allure. Disregarding her advances, I nonchalantly took a seat beside her, delving into the reports strewn across the

Demon cursed and bang his hand on his table. Without his will, Demon's hand went towards his lips. Demon touched his lips and felt the soft skin. "What the bitch already done to me? Truly, she has her bitchy way to trap others. But you can not trap me. I will not fall for your bullshit innocent face because I know this is all fake. No girl can love a person more than her bullshit ambition and money" Demon whispered and closed his eyes when his painful past came in front of him. He started thinking about the day when his life went upside down.

That the Demonics' greatest gift or maybe favorite hobby, was to turn people insane. One touch… one swipe of a hand, and they made sanity disperse. Turning thoughts into nightmares and delusions. Daymares and horrors. Their deepest fears surround them until the only way out is for someone to take their own life. Haunting them and turning their reality into hell on earth. A twisted game that they would sit back and savor as their victim twisted themselves into oblivion and misery. It makes me shudder to think he has that ability too, and it sounds like he's used it before.

"Selena is playing with his son's feelings. He might just slowly starve Emmen since he doesn't need to destroy you right away. "They have plenty of money to burn and will just strangle you to death slowly. Within a year, Emmen will become a thing of the past," Zachary explained. Joey fell silent.

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

Of course, my mind wouldn’t stop replaying the scene,the way he looked at me, the way his voice sounded when he said my name, the way my stupid pulse reacted like it didn’t remember the man ruined my life “Gorgeous,” I muttered. “Absolutely job-promotion material.” I groaned. “No. Nope. I am not attracted to that man. I am disgusted. Deeply disgusted.” A small laugh escaped me, even though I was shaking. If there was ever a day the universe wanted to embarrass me, it picked the right one. Then, I glanced up and noticed the small black dot above the shelf. A camera. Oh no. “Devon,” I whispered, horrified. “You’re watching me, aren’t you?”

“He was a complete maniac.” The words fell out of my mouth like they were nothing, like they were just some passing detail, but they were everything. Cain—The Devil, as they called him—had torn my world apart. My father had seen nothing wrong with the man who wanted to take me away. The man who terrified me to my core. Who had seemed to know the darkness that lived within me, and wanted to possess it, own it. There was nothing normal about any of it.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

His skin cooled off the longer her hand rested on his chest, and his horns slowly began to recede. “Zeda, love,” Lucian said softly, his velvety voice even deeper. “You always seem to misunderstand me and my demon. I want you to know that my demon wouldn’t be so obsessed with you if I didn’t love you. It is calm and peaceful around you, but that’s not why it’s obsessed. My demon is obsessed with you because you make me feel the best version of myself when we’re together, and the worst version of myself when we’re not together. Because I love you.”