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Obsession Dare Him

Azrael’s Obsession

“We’re the perfect example of an ideal couple” “Azrael, there is no ‘we’ between us” I took a step backwards, and he took one forward. “You are the egotistical vampire who took me hostage and I am the innocent naive girl whose life took a drastic turn ever since you happened” My back hit a wall and it was too late to slip past him for I was cornered, our faces barely inches apart and I made a mistake of looking up at him. “Then how do you explain this?” He slammed his lips against mine and my eyes grew wide. Did he just…kissed me?! •·················•·················• Aurora Moon is a 19 year old who recently moved to the suburbs of Houston due to college. Along with her best friend Whitney, they both start their lives as young adults, attending classes, drinking late and going for karaoke parties. Life was good for Aurora, that is until she crosses path with a half dead vampire on a lone street at night. Of course she had no idea of who he was as she approached him to offer help, by the time she realized, it was too late, his fangs were deep in her neck, draining every pint of blood from her. Azrael watched the life vanish from the girl as she cupped her neck, she dropped to the ground with a look of shock. Dead. To him, she was a victim of wrong time, wrong place. Her poor luck. He took a step over her lifeless body but halted midway; he had hear her heart beat. Retracting his steps, he checked the girl’s pulse, sure enough, she was alive but she was dead a minute ago. This brought confusion to Azrael and he wasn’t fond of being confused. Aurora wakes up with no memory about what happened but is met with a devilishly handsome vampire with an obsession over her who declared her his. External forces attack Aurora and is after her for reasons unknown, she has no choice but to stick with the vampire in order for her to live. Azrael’s obsession for Aurora grows deeper and deeper. Everyone knows there’s nothing a man couldn’t do for love, but Azrael is no ordinary man.
sereindolle · 374 Views

Reign of Obsession

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.
Weirdo_Python · 55.1K Views

A Dangerous Obsession

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.
Donna_Sheldon · 81.7K Views
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