Books On Obsession Novels & Stories

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

That's all their little chit chats in the kitchen revealed to Sheharzaad. Upon reaching the study, she knocked at the door before entering. She found him sitting on his chair reading a book. His books were mainly related to psychology, criminology, about serial killers and how their mind works. They all were non-fictional. Some books were business related. Some were related to human body as well which covered about the vital organs of human body and the weak points of our body. And many more along these genres which, she thought, helped him in his work.

** 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.

"It's obsession. But without it… he would burn everything, Allistair included." Hours passed, or maybe only minutes, but time was irrelevant now. The Book hummed, restless, a silent pulse of malice that wanted loose, yet it was still anchored by Allistair through the insane devotion of Lucifer. Every stir, every shudder, every faint gasp was greated by the same obsessive, maddening care. Lucifer leaned in, pressing his forehead closer, voice raw. "Do you feel it? The chaos? The destruction? I know. I know it all. But I am here. I am with you. Every step, every breath… mine."

He was the one letting me do as I pleased. Possessive and dominating. This intensity should have made me scared. His obsession should have turned on every alarm in my head but it fucking didn't. My core clenched and cried more, begging for something forbidden. I craved more, I needed more than just the sparks from his lips. More than just his tongue teasing my tongue like he was fucking my mouth. I needed to be touched I wanted him to show me how only he could make me undone in ways no one can. His obsession wasn’t my burden; it was my favourite sin. The one I returned to every time I swore I’d quit

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 couldn’t remember the last time I’d watched something explicit, and as I set them out on a high shelf behind the till I wondered if I might borrow one, take it home and remind myself of what a good fuck looked like. Full of Tristan didn’t appeal, though The Gardener’ s Best Tool was a possibility. I sifted through the other titles, Spanked, The Blushing Bride’ s Darkest Desire, His Best Performance. Which one to choose? The male on the cover of His Best Performance caught my eye. Tall, dark hair, sensual mouth with an indentation in his bottom lip. No way. Bloody hell, was it him? My hot customer!

Emma was busied everyday up and down into the rehab center she had been become the favorite nurse of most of the patients and she didn’t even mind handling other nurses’ patients at all. As the elevator was busy, Emma decided to take the stairs. In the rehab center stairs were used much less. She climbed up the stairs and unexpectedly saw Jacob standing near the window smoking lost in his own thoughts. Since Jacob asked her to give a chance, she had been trying to avoid him he even came to her at night several times to sleep but she never opened the door and pretended that she had fallen asleep. She quietly climbed the stairs but Jacob could feel her presence, he turned blocking her way. “I

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS 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?