Books About Obsession Novels & Stories

He licked the corner of his lips and moaned. "She tastes incredible," he pushed as he slid a finger into her. “ Fuck, and very tight.” My fists clenched. "I said enough." He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You okay, man?" No. I wasn't okay. Because this hadn't worked. This hadn't made me want her less. It had made everything worse. I wanted to throw him out instantly and have Aria pinned against the wall. Have her reminded of who exactly she belonged to. But I couldn't. Because that would mean admitting the truth. That I was obsessed with her. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

(Sophia’s POV) As I entered Alexander’s library an overwhelming burden descended upon me. The atmosphere became dense with leather-bound book scents mingling with his cologne which presented sharp sophisticated and intoxicating notes. The fragrance that used to bring me solace transformed into a chaotic reminder of my overwhelming struggles. Alexander's unique aura of power and control filled the room as he positioned himself behind his enormous oak desk. His piercing blue eyes met mine, unreadable, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His calm demeanor drove me to frustration as my life fell apart before my eyes.

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.

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?

"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.

He just believed that women were just tools for pleasure and nothing else. Amelia looked at Damon, trying to get some kind of signal or hint from him. However, the man wasn’t even paying attention. Instead, he wore a cold face and kept typing on his keyboard and looking at the monitor screen. He acted like he was completely unaware of the argument that was about to unfold. Instead, he just continued typing on his computer and didn’t pay attention to the two women in the room at all. He didn’t care what would happen to them, as long as they didn’t disturb him.

“He can't be obsessed with me. I can tolerate his hatred but not his obsession. His hatred is not letting me live peacefully but his obsession will not let me die peacefully. Please God, have some mercy on me, please don't let any other feeling develop in him for me except hatred." I somehow tolerated his hatred but my already broken self would not be able to stand before his obsession. Obsession was like a slow poison that will make you die but only after going through hell. ********* Author’s POV Two days had passed since that day but still Raniya ‘a words were wandering in her mind that he was obsessed with her which she didn’t not want to accept. She went to college the next day but when

She explained and he nodded. "Well I wish to be like Logan Griffo." He said and Lydia groaned. "What?" "Henry, don't always judge a book by its cover." "Whatever, you seem like you know him." He said and Lydia faked a laugh. "Well, let's forget about that, I want to tell you something." Henry said with a smile and turned to his sister. "What? You seem excited." "Yes, so you know this section is just for patients with brain tumor?"

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”