THE HUNTER

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Summary

After graduating, she expected normal. A job. Blazers. Heels. Maybe someone kind to share Sunday mornings and stupid inside jokes. She wanted quiet. Predictable. Not this. Never this. But fate packed its bags and vanished. Because the moment she met him- Her world cracked like a ribcage, And something feral crawled out. She doesn't know his name. Doesn't know where he came from. Only that when their eyes met across the wreckage- She lost her breath. Her grip. Her goddamn mind. He isn't someone you crush on. He's the kind you survive. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't smile. He doesn't chase. But when he looks at you- You run. Or you fall. There's no in-between. And she? She fell. Hard. Fast. Wrong. Because this isn't romance. It's war. A war between peace and the storm that wears a man's face. Where secrets are bullets, the battlefield is a bed, And the only rule is: Don't ask what he's hiding. But secrets don't stay buried- Not when they whisper your name like sin. Not when they leave bruises and paint your soul in portraits you don't remember posing for. She thinks she's smart. She thinks she knows danger. But the truth? Danger saw her first. Years ago. And it never looked away. --- > "You shouldn't fall in love with strangers." "Who said I had a choice?" --- The Hunter isn't a love story. It's a descent. Into obsession. Into madness. Into the kind of passion that doesn't knock- It breaks the door down and sets the house on fire. This is what happens when a girl meets her end. And it smiles. And waits. --- Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
5
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Prologue

I never believed in love at first sight.


That was fairytale bullshit for soft girls and broken boys with mommy issues.


Until it was my turn.


Until one look in traffic shattered every fucking thing I thought I knew.


I should've looked away.

But my eyes didn't listen.

My brain said no.

But my heart? That little traitor lit a cigarette and smirked.


I thought it was love.

Cute, right?


No, bitch.

It wasn't love.

It was war.


The kind that doesn't play fair.

The kind that doesn't knock before it enters.

The kind that waits in your shadows and licks its lips while you sleep.


And I-

I walked in with open arms and zero backup.


So yeah...

This isn't your pastel Instagram romance.

This is obsession with a suit on.

This is danger with perfect fucking bone structure.

This is what happens when the thing you want is the one watching you from the dark.


And me?

I asked for it.

I fucking asked for it.


So welcome to the mess.

Keep your heels on.

You're gonna need them.


Welcome to Lords of Obsession.

Book One: The Hunter.


Where love doesn't bloom-it bleeds.


So buckle the fuck up.

And don't bother praying.

No one's coming to save you.