Book Obsession Novels & Stories

It seemed like the perfect time to immerse myself in my reading. I wasn't a romantic woman so the novels that revolved around a love story seemed very boring to me. The book I was reading was suspenseful and I was very intrigued, I was so immersed in the story that I was really scared when my alarm went off. I grabbed my phone and read the reminder. It was time to study. I turned the page I was reading and put the book on my desk.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po

Chapter ten Hazel I quickly rushed to warm my ass with that beautiful chair behind that massive desk that I have been told is mine, I try not to think of the comment Dave made about my ass and the tingling sensation it gave me at a particular place. I bring my face to my desk and smelled the wood, the scent of rich wood, it goes in from my nose and flushed over my body, damn, money smells good. I was still in the process of smelling my desk when I noticed a man standing in front of me and watching me. I was grateful for the fact that it wasn’t Dave; I would have died in embarrassment if he was the one that found me in this situation.

We just stepped out at the entrance and a guard appeared out of nowhere to take the keys and drive it away. Nepotism at its finest. Diana and I followed him inside like two toddlers trailing their very tall, very grumpy, very purposeful mother through a supermarket. Our first stop was Cartier. Rings. I already knew what I wanted. Nothing loud. Nothing flashy. Something simple. Something I could wear every day without it announcing itself to the entire room. I typed a lot. I worked a lot. Anything bulky would just get in the way. The staff rushed to us immediately.

“I just looked for the samples of fabrics in this room. There’s nothing changed here when I left.” “Then, how will you explain all this mess?” Aleta kept provoking when she saw that Freud began to be influenced by Qeiza’s explanation. Qeiza shut her mouth. She didn’t know what to say regarding the mess of the room. She knew nothing about it. She came back there as she still needed to find some fabrics with different colors and more suitable for her design clothes. “You see, huh?” said Aleta. “She can’t answer. It gets clearer that she is the culprit.”

"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.

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The archive room smelled of old paper and stale coffee, a scent that clung to your clothes long after you left. I had been there for hours, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a headache I couldn’t shake. My notebook lay open beside me, pages filled with scribbles, arrows connecting dates and names. Dylan Enterprises kept appearing; charity galas, private investor dinners, late-night “networking events” that left trails of missing people in their wake.

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

** Derrick sat like a king in his favorite sofa up in the Chambers as he waited for the men to come in for business. In front of his table were all sorts of wines and expensive drinks, with cigars and some hard drugs. His men were also positioned around the chamber carefully in case anything should go wrong. He watched as Sara walked into the Casino with the rest of the girls. He smiled as he watched the girls carefully. His eyes fell on the fairest one among them. Her skin looked so white and enticing. She was his taste. Though he had ordered them to entertain his clients it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a taste of her once the business is over, he thought.