Books About Obsession Novels & Stories

The year was 1983. The sun had set. It was dark outside. Only one dim light was in the Foster family’s living room. “Dad, Mom, I’m willing to live abroad with you.” When they heard their daughter’s words through the phone, Philip York and Angela York were moved to tears of excitement.

Ella is a breed from a werewolf father and a human mother. After losing both of her parents at the time of a war breakout, she starts to live in the pack house with the other wolves of her pack. On the verge of her teens, she is still living a mateless life. But all of a sudden her life takes a turn when she finally finds her long-awaited mate. However, she gets rejected immediately. But will her mate's possession of her let him do so? Being a wolf of the rarest kind, eventually, she gets desired by the wolves but rejected by their vessels. Obsession of the wolves and hatred from their vessels. How will she progress in a world full of mystery and revenge? Instead of revenge, Ella just wants to get away far from the sight of rejection and possession. Will she be able to do so? Leave the loveless bond and extreme possession and start a new life?

DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a , a and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself.

Iris had always dreamed of a quiet life; a man who truly loved her, extending a saving hand from this suffocating fate, so they could grow old together in peace. But life had-other plans. “Please… Gabriel… enough… let me go…” Her voice trembled inside the locked room, punctuated by sobs. No door-would open, and no window offered escape. Trapped inside a-luxurious space that felt like a golden cage. Alone, surrounded by luxury never part of her dreams. Nothing remained but to wait for his return. When he entered, silence became suffocating. His eyes smiled, but seeing her tears, his expression darkened. He lifted her chin despite resistance, wiping her tears, whispering, “Iris… tell me what you want… and I will give it to you.” She stayed silent. Her-only desire was to vanish from this world. Anger flickered in her-eyes. In desperation, she bit his hand and pushed him away. “Get away-from me…” Her defiance only fueled his delight. She retreated, tears falling. He smiled faintly, as if losing his mind. “A child… isn’t that what you used to dream of?” He drew closer, voice calm. Iris trembled, turning away. “Tell me again… and I will make it happen… just stay with me.” He silenced her. She could not speak, trapped between fear and confusion. His presence filled every corner of the room, leaving no space for her thoughts. Iris lowered her gaze, struggling to breathe calmly, realizing that every refusal only tightened his hold. She understood that escape was impossible, no matter how much she resisted. The words she once wanted to shout faded into silence inside her mind. she recognized something far more unsettling.The truth finally became clear, though it was far too late.This was not love,It was something darker and far more dangerous.Obsession!!

"Suck my nipples now! Disobey me and face the consequences!" Mr. Evidence, known as the condom CEO ordered as Rose ran out of words. She knew she was indeed helpless. "Even on his sick bed, he still wants to satisfy his sexual urge? Gosh!" Said David as he shook his head in disbelief. The name of the man on the sick bed was Mr. Evidence. A young billionaire of 25 years of age whose identity was popularly known to be called the condom CEO. He own a huge condom company which favoured only women in the terms of job opportunities. He had the opportunity to live the kind of lifestyle he ever wanted but something happened!!!

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The day my college acceptance letter arrived, Dad cooked a whole table of my favorite dishes. Then he poured himself a full glass of liquor and downed it in one go. “Nineteen years ago, I switched you with my biological son so he could grow up with the city’s wealthiest family and live like a prince. “I kept you from studying because I was afraid you’d turn out too impressive and they’d come looking for you. “But today, their whole family is moving overseas. You’ll never find your real parents now.” He smiled cruelly. “You’re just a loser who got into some mediocre college. You were beaten half-deaf, and you’re missing a kidney. Why would they ever want you back?” I looked at him in silence. What he would never know was that the wealthy family had switched the babies back nineteen years ago. I had been his biological son all along.

I'm getting married. But Ryder, my boyfriend of seven years, has no idea. He recently hired a new assistant, Blair, and has been swamped ever since. The two of them are the toast of the high-society circuit, a perfect power couple frequently seen at galas and parties together. To celebrate a major project Blair landed, Ryder booked an entire restaurant for a celebratory dinner. During the dinner, Blair intentionally swapped my lemonade for a strong cocktail. Unaware, I took a large sip. Ryder just watched, smiling playfully as he asked, “How is it, baby? How does it taste?” He forgot. He forgot that I have a deadly alcohol allergy. My throat swelled shut faster than I could have imagined. As I collapsed, the only sounds were my own gasps for air and a porcelain plate shattering on the floor. That night, I lay in the family's private medical wing. When I opened my eyes, the oxygen mask was still pressed to my face. I nodded at my mother. The arranged marriage. I agreed to it.

He is my only chance at freedom. She is the daughter of my enemy. Will their love survive? Zain As the Sultan of one of the most powerful countries in the Middle-East, I need to find my Sultana. But I don’t intend to have heirs or even get married. Until I stumbled into Nasrin Elbaz. I cannot resist her. So I will claim her as mine. My Sultana. My Wife. My Lover. I, Sultan Zain Al Latif, will propose to Princess Nasrin for a marriage. If she rejects me… Well, I have been told I can be quite persuasive and demanding when I want to be. Nasrin He is a Sultan and I am the Princess of the country he is nemesis with. I don’t belong in his wealthy country that bleeds gold and his Palace. I am trying to hold on to what little freedom I have. No way can I fall for some dirty talking or his obsidian eyes curling with hunger whenever he sees me. Even if my body craves his tender touch and his sinful mouth. I have to get my freedom and find a way to escape the proposals of marriage. Without his help, thank you very much. “I am asking you to marry me.” “Are you asking or ordering, Sultan?” “I am asking, Princess.” I smiled at her. “For now.”

The night I got back from my work trip, the drugstore called—said my rewards card got declined that afternoon. I needed to reload it. Adrian was in the kitchen, laser-focused on dinner. I asked what he'd bought. He grinned, pulled out a box of supplements. "Been working late. Heart's been acting up, so I grabbed some support vitamins." I didn't say anything. He sighed, dug out a bank card. "I know you're all about money. Used your rewards card by accident. I'll pay you back ten times. Deal?" Normally, I'd take it. This time, I didn't. I just looked at him. "Let's get a divorce."