The Demon's Obsession Novels & Stories

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."

I don’t think he actually cares much about Oliver’s political ideology. If only the three here knew the hipocracy of Oliver wanting all Demon’s eradicated when he is married to one. I would laugh, if I hadn’t lost that ability years ago. "I'm afraid we are going to need more money for more men. These Demon's are extremely powerful. In fact, I believe we will need Angel-bloods..." Daxen frowns. "I don't think that would work." I glance at Kastriv. He take a long drink from his glass, watching Oliver with painful scrutiny. What is he thinking?

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

"Huh? He's already fallen. But I haven't done anything to him yet." The woman spoke in confusion as she watched one of the demons faint suddenly. The woman didn’t care that the demon was unconscious; she ordered her subordinates to force the demons to swallow one of her pills. Since they had no strength left, the three demons were forced to swallow the pill. After seeing them swallow the pill, the woman nodded happily repeatedly.

He wouldn’t stop until he destroyed him. He wasn’t just dangerous—he was something else now. A monster. A demon. And if you ever got on his bad side, you’d regret it. Because once you did, your life was already over. The demons really did win inside him… didn’t they?

He smirked at me with a dark look in his face and anger written in his eyes. I gulped in nervousness, especially when Ezekiel slowly crawled on the bed while his left hand was holding his necktie and his right hand's unbuttoning his long sleeve midnight blue polo. He looked like a dangerous demigod—Ah, no, he's more of a devil in disguise and ready to feast on his weak prey who entered his den of evils, as he came closer to me. Ezekiel lifted my chin, locking our eyes to each other and making sure that he exclusively had all my attention. Just to him, and nothing else.

“When? How? Start from the beginning. I need every single detail. Did he sweep you off your feet? Threaten someone? Declare you his in some terrifyingly hot, possessive way?” “It’s complicated,” I murmured, the understatement of the century. “Complicated?” Emily laughed, a bright, disbelieving sound. “The man walked into this exact café like he owned the oxygen in the room. He made your ex shrink into nothing without even raising his voice. People were literally whispering ‘The Devil’ like they expected him to sprout horns. That’s not complicated, Melissa. That’s legendary.” “He probably does control half the underworld in this city,” Chloe added under her breath, half-joking, half-serious.

Shadows flickered along the cold concrete walls, stretching and twisting with the dim overhead light. Serena’s wrists burned from the rough rope biting into her skin, but she refused to wince. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Across from her, Lucian Moretti lounged lazily in his chair. He has poured himself another glass of whiskey. Which he held in one hand watching her like a predator toying with its prey. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable but she could see a smirk playing at his lips.

“You were born to be mine. You’re going to be my plaything, my weakness, my obsession. And one day, you’ll accept it. Whether you want to or not.” Her heart pounded. “I don't accept…” He cut her off with a sharp laugh, but his voice grew darker, harsher, every word dripping with his obsession. “Do you think I spend my time like this for just anyone? Do you think I waste nights touching, teasing, playing with some pussy like I have with you? I don’t. I never do. But with you…” his eyes swept over her, heated and hungry “—I’ve been preparing you for me. For my manhood. For what will be yours to take. When I finally have you, it won’t be in some cheap room. It’ll be under my roof. In my bed. An

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"