Ergebnis für "Obsession" in Literatur & Belletristik

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about him... the man dating my sister. But no matter how much I try to focus on other women, my mind keeps circling back to him. It started as unease, an itch I couldn’t scratch, a feeling that there was something off about him. Then it grew... an obsession I couldn’t control.

We kidnapped her. A payment for a debt. A very personal one. With our father, “The Collector”, dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. The Dancer we stole is our captive to play with, to possess, to ruin. And we will destroy her.

It was an innocent mistake; she knocked on the wrong door. It was mine. If I were a better man, I would've just let her go. But I'm not. I'm a cruel bastard. I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own. It should've been enough but it wasn't. I needed more...I craved it. She became my obsession. Her sweetness and purity taunted my dark soul. The need to possess her nearly drove me mad. A Russian arms dealer had no business pursuing a naive librarian student. She didn't belong in my world. I would bring her only pain. But it was too late...she was mine and I was keeping her.

Seeking an escape from my monotonous life in Willow Creek, I eagerly stepped into the carnival's vibrant chaos, unaware that everything was about to change. I was simply chasing a thrill, never expecting to stumble into the arms of Lars—a captivating mechanic shrouded in mystery. But a dark underworld of secrets and shadows lurks beneath the carnival's dazzling facade. The deeper I fall into Lars's enigmatic world, the more I realize that love can be as intoxicating as it is dangerous. Lars teeters on the edge between passion and obsession, and our connection threatens to overwhelm us.

Ich hasste die Gangs, die meine Stadt beherrschten. Nachdem meine Freundin ermordet worden und mein Vater verschwunden war, hatte ich jedoch keine andere Wahl, als mich in eine einzuschleusen, um eine Erklärung zu finden. Doch auf einmal interessierte sich der gefürchtetste Gangboss für mich. Arran war korrupt, tödlich, und sein stechender Blick machte mir Angst und verführte mich zugleich. Auf meiner Suche nach Antworten stolperte ich in sein dunkles und gefährliches Spiel.

Daisy Dumont tries so hard to be normal. She doesn't talk about the night her parents were murdered, or the fact that she can't remember it. She certainly doesn't talk about her imaginary friend who disappeared shortly afterward. Then the MRF calls. The research facility finally admits that they took her former friend, and now they want her help to save him.

Teacher by day, stalker by night. Who ever thought college could be this interesting? I'm teaching a hundred students. But my eyes are only on one. She's my obsession—and I'll stop at nothing to make her mine.

I am an object of desire. My powers of seduction are my survival, my weapon, and my curse. I'm no stranger to obsession, but for the first time, I crave it. I love it when he watches me, follows me, hunts me. In the mortal lands, I was safe from him. Navigating a city of ruthless vampires to save my sister from the human slave trade was already treacherous. But with the ruling vampire lord's unrelenting focus on me, I fear his shadows might never let me go.

I used her body like an altar. Now she’s here for confession. I left my past behind. Then she walked into my church. Once, I was Bane Blackwolf—heir to a legacy of blood and sin. A monster in the making. Instead, I chose the cloth over the crown, buried my name, and became Father Blackwood. For years, I was in control of my darker nature. Until her. Moira. The woman with a sinner’s mouth and a body made for worship. The woman who doesn’t know it was me behind the mask that night—me who had her on her knees, begging.

I survived his world, but not without changing me. Not without sinking me with him into the void. Turns out, sometimes, in order to set something free, you have to destroy it. The game isn’t over. The lessons aren’t finished. And the deeper I go, the harder it is to tell where he ends and I begin.

Anna has just started her new job at a mega-conglomerate corporation. Upon being assigned a tough task, Anna hears rumors about her supposedly arrogant and brash CEO. Things change dramatically when she is assigned to accompany him on a business trip.

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DARK REVERSE HAREM Sie wollten mich brechen. Sie wollten mich besitzen. Doch ich bin nicht gefallen. Ich bin aufgestiegen. Zu ihrer Königin. Daisy Ich war ein Opfer. Eine Beute im Krieg der Könige. Aber ich habe überlebt. Und jetzt werde ich über mein Empire regieren – mit ihren Herzen als meine Waffen und mit ihrer Begierde als Krone. Denn Liebe macht mächtig. Und Verlangen macht unaufhaltsam. Adrian. Silas. Karpov. Sie haben mich geformt. Und sie werden mich nie wieder loslassen. Doch während ihre Sünden nun mir gehören, tritt ein neuer Schatten in meine Welt: roh, ungebunden, gefährlich.

Ich habe sie in der Nacht gestohlen. Ich habe sie eingesperrt, weil ich ohne sie nicht leben kann. Sie ist meine Liebe, meine Sucht, meine Besessenheit. Ich werde alles tun, um Sara zu behalten.

Er hat sie studiert. Kennt ihr Leben bis in die verborgensten Winkel. Er ist ihr Schatten. Und sie ahnt nicht einmal, dass er existiert. Bis seine Worte sie finden. Erst geschrieben – wie Fesseln, die sich um ihren Verstand legen. Dann gesprochen – dunkel, gefährlich und unausweichlich. Als sie seine Stimme hört, ist es längst zu spät. Ihr Körper, ihr Geist, ihre Seele, ihre Lust – alles gehört ihm.

As far as I'm concerned, my life ended that Christmas night, ten years ago—the night he took everything from me. Roman Delgado, my stepbrother, the man who claimed me and left me in the dark, broken and lost. Now, I’m a shell of who I used to be, stripping to survive, numbing myself to make it through another day. But Roman's out of prison, the last person I ever wanted to see again. This Christmas, the snow isn’t the only thing suffocating me. Roman’s back—and this time, he won’t stop until he owns every shattered piece of me: body, mind, and soul.

Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me.

Imagine my surprise when the chance to interview the country's most notorious man on death row lands on my table. His final confession. It's too good of an opportunity to turn down. Robbie Hammond is old enough to be my father, a man condemned for the murder of at least fourteen women. He is dangerous, deadly. Intense in ways I can't explain. Yet, despite the red flags, his magnetism draws me to him. I'm powerless to fight it.

Dark, passionate obsession drives Mark to abduct the woman of his dreams. Now that she belongs to him, he'll teach her to submit, no matter how long it takes, no matter the cost to her sanity. At first, Alana resists her cruel captor at every turn. But, as she's drawn deeper into his web of total control, the outside world slowly falls away...

Eigentlich wollte ich nur mit meinen Freundinnen feiern gehen. Es hätte so ein entspannter Abend werden können, wenn dieser ungehobelte Kerl sich nicht vorgedrängelt hätte. Wieso konnte ich auch nicht einfach meine Klappe halte? Mit einem simplen "Entschuldigen sie mal..." nahm mein vorlautes Mundwerk seinen Feldzug auf. Aber ich konnte ja nicht ahnen, dass ich da ausgerechnet Lorenz Ricca, einen der führenden Mafia-Bosse des Landes in seine Schranken verwies. Hätte ich geahnt, was ich damit lostrete, wäre ich wahrscheinlich einfach Zuhause geblieben, oder vielleicht auch nicht.