Arran Obsession

"Where can your obsession finally lead you?" Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman? [You can listen to my international radio interview in the U.K. here: https://soundcloud.com/ian-johnson-75/friday-31st-october-fridays-afternoon-evening-late-show-1029pm-1208am-uk-time-part-4 (29:00 to 33:00)]

"So your plan was just to fuck me and what?" The words scrape out of my throat as the file sliped from my hands. "I was just a freaking lab rat to you?" Aiden's jaw tightens, and for the first time since I've known him, there is no smirk, no cocky remark, no infuriating confidence that makes me want to punch him and kiss him at the same time. He just stands there looking completely defeated, and somehow that hurts more than if he had laughed in my face. "Kieran..." The sound of my name almost cracks something inside me, but I force myself to hold his gaze. "Tell me the truth" My voice comes out rougher than I intend. I want him to tell me the files are wrong, that I didn't just hand him my heart only to discover he was holding a knife the entire time. "You don't know the whole story." The words settle heavily between us, and a cold dread crawls through my chest because if this isn't the whole story. I used to think my biggest problem was Aiden Voss; the rival hockey captain who got under my skin…my childhood crush. The guy I couldn't stop thinking about.. until he kissed me, and my world came crashing down in the most dramatic way possible. What started as an obsession became a secret. What became a secret turned into an addiction. Somewhere between stolen moments, jealousy-fueled arguments and a twenty-one days challenge that was supposed to prove a point, I stopped seeing Aiden as my rival and started seeing him as the one person I couldn't live without. ___________ Content is Rated 18+ This is an explicit erotic BDSM novella\short story intended for mature audiences only.

For two years, he watched her. Now, he’ll take her. All Elara Vance wants is a simple life: work, and volunteer at the orphanage that was her only home. She is light, kindness, and hope unaware of the dark eyes tracing her every move. Kieran Thorne isn't a man; he's a king. The ruthless head of the Thorne Syndicate, he deals in blood and absolute control. When he sees Elara, he doesn't see a woman. He sees a possession. A light to balance his darkness. After two years of meticulous planning, he steals her from her world and delivers his decree: she will be his wife. Trapped in a gilded penthouse prison, Elara’s spirit is her last weapon. But Kieran’s obsession is a brutal education. His touch is both punishment and worship, his mantra a dark whisper: "You are mine." As Elara plots her escape, a more dangerous threat emerges. Vera Volkov, heiress to a rival syndicate and Kieran’s obsessively devoted would-be queen, sees Elara as a stain to be erased. She will burn down Kieran’s world to get rid of the competition. Caught between a captor who kills to keep her and a rival who will die to replace her, Elara must make a choice. Will she break under the weight of a love built on possession? Or will she learn to wield the thorns of his obsession… and become the queen of the very darkness that sought to own her?

When King Alaric of Vrasambail died, Prince Archer, the heir to the throne, finds himself facing the prospect of ruling the Kingdom before he was ready to do so. Despite having been prepared by his father for kinghood since the day was he born, he found himself wanting one last adventure before settling in ruling Vrasambail for as long as he shall live. Leaving behind his trusted advisors to rule in his stead, and his long-waiting betrothed, he set off for the quest of a lifetime in the Forest of Mysteries. In the numinous forest, he met Aurora, a feisty, independent lady; different from the ladies in the court; as lovely as she was brave. He fell madly in love with her instantly. He was ready to end his prior betrothal and marry her, but in the midst of war against their rival kingdom, marrying a commoner with questionable lineage could mean losing the love and support of the noble houses and the kingdom: a risk his advisors are not willing to take. Archer must choose between love and duty; between happiness and responsibility. Will love prevail amidst betrayals, long-hidden secrets, and pasts long buried?

This story contains sensitive themes that may be uncomfortable or disturbing for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for readers aged 18 and older. In her first year of college, marked by loneliness and a desperate need for belonging, Lara, a young gothic girl with a witch heritage, resorts to an ancient blood spell to be desired by Dorian, her literature professor. What begins as a ritual to win his attention quickly turns into a spiral of sickening obsession that consumes them both. Dorian, a married and respected man, watches his life crumble as the spell corrupts his mind, transforming him into a dark version of himself. Possessive, violent, and unrecognizable. He abandons everything for Lara: his marriage, his career, his morality. But the more he surrenders to the obsession, the more the line between the spell and reality blurs. What follows is a dangerous dance of power and submission, where Lara discovers that some spells cannot be controlled.

It was never part of my plan to get attached. I was just a freelance model, newly signed under a rising modeling agency in town. Everything was supposed to be simple; work, exposure, growth. Then came Dr. Aria Williams — dermatologist, surgeon, and the woman who was supposed to fix me. Chaos started the moment I met her. The way she talked, the way she looked at me felt like she was studying every inch of who I was. Every word I said, every silence I made, she read me like I was her favorite patient. It made me uncomfortably hot, and yet... I kept coming back. I told myself it was part of the therapy, the strange pull I felt toward her was part of it. But the way she looked at me; cold, curious, almost hungry, said otherwise. I hated her for it. I felt it every time her voice softened, every time her fingers lingered on my skin longer than they should. She called it treatment. I called it control. What started as therapy turned into something dark and deeper. I wanted to be beautiful, to be ready for the public, but what we craved became something private, something only between us. And the more sessions I had with her, the stronger the connection grew. Until one day, her eyes focused on someone else. And every time their eyes met, it burned through me. When she saw it, she offered something that challenged me. To be her slave and she'll be mine— alone. Soon, I found myself following her every order, fulfilling her desires without question. Along the way, I realized her obsession had become mine too. And before I could stop, the hate I once felt for her turned into something else.