Forbidden Obsession Novels & Stories

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

She cried. However, Yang Tian-Xu wanted her. He wants her now. He forced her hands down, untied his tie. Yang Tian-XU used it to tie her hands down. She struggles as she tries to break free. But how could he let her go? He pinned her down beneath him. He kissed her lips, and fondles her breast, then slowly reaching into her surfaces. Yang Tian-Xu messed up her clothing and exposed her smooth, soft skins. Wang Yi-An could only struggle, but she could never break free from his imprisonment. She cries for him to stop, but he ignores it. He could not control his body. His obsession with her had reached to this point. He could no longer stop himself.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

I was practically a sex-addicted slut who slept with different people almost every day, but I swear on everything I love, I really couldn’t control it. My body always seemed to have a mind of its own. Always reacting. Always needing. Always begging for release. And if I didn’t give in, I couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t be in my right mind. And that… was my dirty secret. I had promised myself never to let my mom find out. Never to let him find out. The towering man who stood beside me, his expression cold and unwavering. The richest and most dangerous man in the entire United States. A man both feared and respected. A man who made my heart pound and my body burn, reac

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

"We were enjoying the jacuzzi, and things got heated. The next thing I knew, I had by the hips, caught up in the intensity of the moment. I couldn't resist, Damian. The attraction between us is undeniable. I want her, I'd die of blue balls soon if I don't have her." Damian raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Ah, the allure of forbidden desires. It's a dangerous game you're playing, my friend. What started as a charade has now taken a life of its own." Sebastian sighed, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass absentmindedly. "That's what keeps me up at night, Damian. I'm afraid that if we… if I continue down this path, I'll be just like my father. He was… still is obsessed with

I changed the flowing shower to cold water and let it wash the hotness off my body. Moments later, I was back in the room, dressed and ready to sleep for the night. But every time I closed my eyes, she was all I could see. Every single thing kept reminding me of her. I took different positions, changed my posture countless times, but Caelia still didn’t stop running through my mind. It was like she was a leech that couldn’t be removed. There was no denying it anymore; I was fucking obsessed with her! Good or bad type of obsession? I didn’t know which one, but all I knew was that I wanted her so badly. The obsession kept growing when I tried to stay away from her. The thoughts of her just wou

Valerie’s POV The club transformed into a mysterious cesspool filled with hidden vices and concealed secrets. Faded red wallpapered walls throbbed beneath dim neon lights which cast eerie shadows across the cracked leather booths. Cigarette smoke combined with stale beer and sweat filled the air to create an intoxicating atmosphere that whispered late-night confessions and desperation. I had been in places like this before—where people exchanged their dignity for a few bills and their secrets for a drink. This evening presented my opportunity to obtain one of those hidden truths.

The battle between right and wrong waged on within me, leaving me torn between what I knew was moral and the intoxicating passion that consumed me. Despite all our efforts to leave the past behind and forge ahead, I couldn’t help but notice the ever-present attraction between us, a ghostly reminder of our forbidden passion that haunted me when I was alone. It was a flame that refused to be extinguished, a siren song that beckoned me back to Nathan and Sebastian like a moth to a flame.