The Wrong Obsession Lifetime Novels & Stories

pathetically shaken even. But I had personally experienced those decades of coldness, neglect, and ultimate betrayal. The bitterness and despair of it all, I understood a thousand times better than he ever could. I didn't understand why this lifetime's Kay had developed such a disturbing obsession with me, but it no longer mattered. Whether in my past life or this one, his true nature had never changed. I looked at him coldly and said, "You're insane, Kay." With that, I turned my gaze away from him.

It was only after I was truly dead that everyone around me unraveled into madness. … I was told by the doctor that I had, at most, a week left to live. I held onto my diagnosis and spent all day trudging through the rain. I was consumed by thoughts of how I would tell my family and Henry, and what I would say to them as a final farewell. Walking aimlessly, I eventually found myself at Serenity Orphanage. I had been financially supporting Lillian Lowe, a girl who lived there, for three years. Though we weren't related by blood, the years we shared made me long to see Lillian once more before my end.

“Actually, that night, I knew you weren’t drug me. I was just ashamed to admit my inappropriate feelings for you, and I was still hung up on Bessie at the time, which led to the tragedies of both the past and present lives.” I listened to him eagerly explain everything in detail, and tell me about his overflowing true feelings for me. If in the previous life, I would definitely be overjoyed that I had finally won his love. But now, my heart cannot be stirred in the slightest. On the contrary, I was shocked for a moment when he said he deliberately didn’t save the child with congenital heart disease. If he could save this child, I could still think highly of him. But he, like in the previous

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

He pursues her in dreams. In the club’s dressing rooms, in her apartment and his, in dark alleys where no one dares to look — they devour each other. Sex becomes a battlefield. Pleasure becomes a weapon. And when Mortyss, in an act of desperation, tries to kill her to free himself, he discovers the most terrible truth: she cannot die while he lives. And he cannot live without feeding on her. The cycle is eternal. The obsession is mutual. The damnation is shared.

"Calm down, Serena. The plan is working perfectly. Once Julian is completely bankrupt and his empire is crushed, we will eliminate Lauren. You just need to play the doting, pathetic wife a little longer." "No," I said, my voice shaking as a new, dark feeling took root deep in my chest. It wasn't just hatred anymore. It was something heavier. Something deeper. It was an obsession. I had spent my entire life being the perfect, glamorous daughter, the one who inherited everything, the one who married the king of the city's underworld. I was not going to let a trashy casino dealer steal my life. "Serena?" Vivian’s voice lost its playful edge. "Don't do anything stupid."

I was really enjoying this and didn't even get why we were obeying her. Rachel groaned. “Ang, we were in the middle of—” “Middle of nothing,” Angela cut her off. “New game. Never Have I Ever. By the fire pits. Clothes on this time, unless you want Principal Hale on speed dial again.” A few people groaned. Damien just grinned. “Finally. Some real talk.” Sara was already climbing out, grabbing a towel. “Jordan, come on. You’re not allowed to sit out and stare at him all night.”

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

I’d had enough of Trevor’s obsession with being right all the time. Once, I pointed out a loophole in a contract, and Trevor responded with a forty-minute voice lecture on legal theory. If I’d ever tried to break up with him, he would’ve dragged me into debates for three days straight. Good thing Cassie swooped in and took him off my hands. Like she’d grabbed a lifeline, Cassie whipped out her phone and logged into the alt account with the password I’d given her. Drawing a deep breath, Cassie sent a message along with a cute emoji. “Hey, Trevor. Busy?”

"And I will stay up through the night Let's be clear, won't close my eyes And I know that I can survive I'll walk through fire to save my life And I want it, I want my life so bad I'm doing everything I can Then another one bites the dust It's hard to lose a chosen one You did not break me...." She stressed the last part and Lincoln immediately bit his lip while stepping on the gas, hoping to get to the movie hall soon to avoid this murder attempt from West. Entering the wide cinema hall, Lincoln watched as West fiddled with the big dummy on her arm.