Arrans Obsession Novels & Stories

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

"In between fighting to save the world from life threatening microbes that could potentially kill us if left like that, I do happen to obsess about that man and may or may not have grown a cult like following for him that has almost two million people." Ang without saying anything simply walks up to Annalise and gives mini bow. "Mistress?" Now I swear that I can see stars in Ang's eyes… "The one and only." Annalise replies and reaches out to hug Ang in almost motherly way…mind you the both of them are probably the same age!!! "Can someone please explain to me what's going on?" I ask with my arms folded across my chest trying to make sense out of their rambling "What is happening is that I am

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

His stubble brushed against her lips as the proximity between their faces was less than an inch. His steel-grey eyes remained fixed on the pool, as Annalise stared at him shocked. She was still not used to his random and surprising arrival or appearances. Andreas always knew where to find his scared kitten and goddamn, he was never wrong. No matter what Lise would do to hide, he would find her, he always does. It was as if he could read her mind and predict her next moves. Andreas who hadn’t seen her face the past two days had rushed home early, breaking his timetable. His OCD hit him hard, telling him not to, but his craving for Annalise was more.

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

"Imagine Angels were coming down now to have fun. Whatever it is, it will be harmony until they don't block my way. Jonathan, now I have a job for you," Gabriel spoke with seriousness in his voice. He was way too irritated now with the trouble getting his way to reach his obsession. He had never had to go through so much trouble to get something. Right now he felt that whenever he wanted to grab the thing, it was going as far from him. Now, Angel's infiltration was making him angrier.

I asked him and then mocked myself for being a hypocrite. I had absolutely no idea why Zira called to me as light does to an insect. Sure, she was very attractive, but there were a lot of attractive women. She also didn’t seem to care about anyone more than Ronan. But my soul still ached for her. Still ached to watch her tender to the flowers like they were me. “Anything that belongs to Ronan can and will belong to me,” Antoine spat with spite. I chuckled, understanding where his own obsession was stemming from.

But his eyes—sharp amber eyes—held the unmistakable intelligence and wariness of an Alpha protecting his territory. "Well, well," he said, his accent distinctly Yorkshire. "What have we here? Two strangers washing up on our riverbank like dead fish." I forced myself to remain calm, even as my protective instincts screamed at me to shield Orion from their scrutiny. "Please," I said, keeping my voice steady and non-threatening. "My mate is unconscious. He's in a trance—a supernatural condition. We're not here to cause trouble. We just need help." The farmer-Alpha's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Trance? That's a convenient story. More likely he's unconscious from whatever fight you two were runn

That’s what made her dangerous. I leaned back in my chair, watching her from across the table. She didn’t notice. Or maybe she did— maybe she wanted me to see that she wasn’t afraid anymore. I sighed quietly. “So this is what it feels like to be obsessed,” I muttered under my breath. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The plan was simple, I only wanted to finish things with Renz—tie loose ends, walk away clean. Maybe find peace somewhere far, start over with some woman.

I would have ended him without hesitation If she hadn’t stopped me. Her voice—steady, urgent—cut through the noise in my head. I don’t listen to people. I don’t take orders. But I stopped and I’ve been questioning that moment ever since. I rarely listen to anyone. But she made me stop. And even now, I regret it. Especially after seeing the marks he left on her skin. Mirella. She has become my new obsession—and that is a problem. This is a mission, one I am meant to complete without attachment. Yet everything about her pulls me in.