Cozy Obsession Novel Novels & Stories

Anyway, watch out for some weird ass gun kink with our favorite couple. Have fun! P.S. My new book "His Dominant Sub" is out on GoodNovel now, featuring another couple from the Red Room. Do give it a try and let me know what you think. ~ Chloe is standing by the doorway with her hands resting on the straps of her bag and her eyes moving from the smeared blood on the floor straight to my face. Priya is right behind her, chewing on a piece of gum, her brow raised in that classic, investigative way she adopts whenever she smells drama.

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.

Before I could change my mind, he walked toward them. He pulled the woman away to dance, leaving Clyden alone. My pulse raced. This was insane. But I walked forward anyway. “Hi,” I said softly. “Can I talk to you?” He looked at me slowly. Carefully. Then smirked. “Sit.” I did. “What do you need?” I swallowed. “Can you… be part of my novel?” His brows furrowed. “I don’t understand.” “I just need to observe you,” I said quickly. “While I write. That’s it. I’ll finish my book and then—”

“Bit of a klutz today.” They chuckled. Laughed it off. People always underestimated the soft ones. He liked it that way. The coffee shop was warm, full of cozy noise. It smelled like comfort, routine, normalcy. And yet, beneath it all, he simmered. He watched every customer. Every conversation. Every flash of a suit or a military haircut or a well-polished shoe. Cassian Morelli’s world would collapse soon—just like the farm. He pulled his little black notebook from under the till. From the outside, it looked like a recipe book. Foam ratios. New syrup ideas.

“I want to erase every man who thought they had a claim to you. Every name. Every touch. Gone.” Her mouth opened to protest, maybe to plead, but I didn’t kiss her. I didn’t need to. “I’m not your possession,” she whispered. “You’re right,” I said. “You’re my obsession.” The space between us felt like a live wire, vibrating with everything left unsaid. Her hand was still on my chest. She hadn’t moved it. “I’m not going to be your trophy,” she said, voice hard again. “I never asked for a trophy. I asked for a queen.”

I still needed to clean the floor and the rest of the tables, but she offered to wait for me, armed with one of her erotic fantasy books of the moment and a cup of coffee. The cover of the book positioned next to her hand, which was made in gold tones and with a mask drawn in dark calligraphy, shone for a moment from the corner of my eyes, and I looked quickly, almost deceiving myself into thinking that Zylah would be shining in that same tone of gold. Sometimes my eyes deceived me when I looked quickly at Anne, seeing her brown hair shining with the golden tone like a second skin, just so that I blinked and the mirage disappeared. "To begin with..." I began to say, wetting the mop and putti

**Title: An Unexpected Day** Annizah Romanov paced the length of the sunlit living room, her mind a whirl of thoughts and worries. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of blooming roses from the garden. She had confided in Isabelle earlier about Fione’s health condition, something only Vincenzo’s immediate family knew. The trust she placed in Isabelle was immense, and it was not misplaced.

After some time of laughing, we ended it with a sigh and looked at Marcus who only shook his head. "Do you girls want to go to the movies some time? Did you know that the movie, 'His Obsession' is out already? The one written by this awesome author, 'Gift Odulesi'." Marcus informed us with a broad smile. "Really?!" Sheryl and I squealed. "Wow, that's so cool! The 'His Obsession' that the main characters are Eve Netherland and Justin Carter? I really loved that book and I'll love to watch the movie." My lips curved into a smile.

She rolled her eyes, tossing her ponytail as she spotted him through the café’s glass door, his slumped figure trudging toward Lily’s. I yanked my baseball cap lower, adjusting my oversized sunglasses, and spun my chair so my back was to the entrance. The bookshop was cozy, all warm wood tables and shelves stuffed with colorful spines, the air thick with coffee and that musty smell of old books. A couple of customers flipped through novels nearby, and the espresso machine hissed in the background. I grabbed my cappuccino, the foam tickling my lip as I took a quick sip. “Not happening, babe,” I shot back, keeping my voice low.

The extended family felt a little less threatening in the sunlight. Then as we laughed together a new envelope appeared on the doorstep. No one had seen anyone deliver it. John picked it up carefully and opened it. Inside was a single line of text. The cycle continues. Watch your children closely. Someone new is coming for what is mine. The peaceful moment shattered. John looked at me his face tight with renewed worry. I held Hope closer and met his eyes. We will face it together I said firmly. Like we always do. The confession from Sarah had brought understanding but the shadows refused to rest. Our family had grown. Our love had deepened. But the obsession still lingered waiting for its ne