Fading Obsession Novels & Stories

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

It ruins the landscape. In fact, no, why put me down in this mishap? Why should I still feel guilty for asking you to erase what connects us? You told me that the two of us " would be forever." I now remain deaf to this form of blackmail. Yes, that's blackmail, Paul. What the hell did you imagine? That you could continue to own my body and soul until the end of time? You are very selfish, let me tell you. Are you only aware of my own desires? No, I am correcting myself—my absence of lust. When you approach me, I see myself as a little girl on a merry-go-round. My mother insisted, but I would die of vertigo. Your triple-digit perfumes can get sniffed through other nostrils.

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

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

another man's arms. The days go by, and he continues to observe her through the security camera, I would like that, like when I first arrived at the company, she would make the slightest mistake, but now she does her job perfectly, she has no reason to attract his attention, He only dedicates himself to observing her through the monitor on his screen. One day he feels that he must follow her and provoke an apparently "chance" encounter, he could not bear the mere idea of ​​having her close and not being able to touch her, not being able to caress her, not being able to make her his, his obsession and his desire for her, were a feeling that with the passing of the days didn't even let him fal

Lily's POV An alarm that shrieked at 6:00 a.m. like it had a personal vendetta against her peace. A five-minute internal argument about quitting life and becoming a houseplant. A cold shower that attacked her like it had been waiting all night to do exactly that. And finally the ritual. A silent, desperate plea to the universe. Please. Not a bad mood today. Not even a good one. Just… neutral. Neutral is fine. Neutral I can work with.

It disappeared almost as soon as I noticed it. My heart skipped a beat. “John,” I whispered turning back toward the bed. He stirred and sat up. “What is it baby?” I looked back out the window but the light was gone. The beach was empty again. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks after everything we had been through. But deep down I knew better. Somewhere out there in the shadows someone was still watching. The obsession that started on that summer vacation had created ripples far beyond Victor Kane. Someone new was carrying it forward.

My legs wobble as I stagger off as I sing Justin Bieber and Sean Kingston's Eenie Meenie. The song really tastes bad on my tongue. I've never been good at singing. Even everything, also keeping my mate too. I have been doing everything to make our relationship work and one night he breaks the bond between us and discards me like trash. "Heaven! This is fucking ridiculous!" I laugh out loud like a mad lady and grab my head as the scene flashes on my mind for the hundredth time. Then I sing. Don't leave me out here dancing alone. Can't make up your mind, mind, mind, mind. Not trying to rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind.

“Because the men are watching. They’re not blind. You forget numbers, dates, deals you think they don’t notice?” I stood so fast the chair scraped back. My palms pressed into the desk, leaning over him. “You got something to say, say it.” He didn’t flinch. That’s why I keep him. “You’re obsessed,” he said blunt. “With her. And it’s ruining your focus. You never used to miss a detail. Now you’re missing everything.” My breath hissed through my teeth. For a second, all I saw was red—the kind that fills your vision before you put a bullet in someone’s skull. My hand tightened on the edge of the desk. The veins in my arm stood out like cords.

His tone was as indifferent as usual, yet it carried a subtle warmth that was exclusive to her. Joey felt a sense of relief. She straightforwardly asked, "You found out that the Yates family canceling orders isn't that simple, right?" "The order cancellation is indeed the work of the Yates family's younger generation, but it's far from a playful act. "Their intention is clear. After you announce that you won't cooperate with them, they plan to use online tactics to shift blame and tarnish your image." While Zachary spoke with composure, the profound darkness in his eyes conveyed an eerie intensity. He exuded a palpable coldness.