Forbidden Obsession Novels & Stories

If Lily were to claim another mate in that wretched City, it would be a betrayal to Theo. Theo had always exhibited jealousy whenever I was with Caspian. Since joining the City, I hadn’t observed Lily with any women. Now that he discovered his mate, Lily absurdly insisted on having another mate from our previous City. Didn’t she desire freedom? “Theo is my mate, Beta; he came to the East Coast city with us, and you’re his mate,” I explained, with tears threatening to spill. “No, that can’t be. I’m not his mate. Please, stop this joke,” she said, turning her face away.

That one stung. What happened next? Did Sebastian’s mother agree or drag the topic? Did his father oppose the decision? And what will innocent Petal do to escape this forced marriage? Curious? Then dive into Sebastian’s Obsession, a tale of love, control, and rebellion. Support me and this book—your reads, votes, and comments mean the world!

''' I tried to beg. ''''Why??? I want this now and what's the problem wifey??? You don't get satisfied with my performance??? Oh I can understand. Last night I was too tired but don't worry I had a good night sleep and now after this much heavy breakfast I think my energy is enough till the night. So don't worry it would be a pleasure for you too.'''' ''''I don't want this. Please. You can't force me.'''' ''''I am not forcing you darling. I am just enjoying your sexy curves. I hadn't done anything. Come on. Don't be so nervous. ''''

I roared at her and she frowned at me, then her beautiful features turned ugly and her dark eyes felt like two dark pits as she advanced on me. “Why do you care so much about him? What? Do you want him? Interested in him? Does the Russian help you feel good at night?! He has been mine since the moment I laid my eyes on him. He will be with me no matter what and if you stood in my way, I won’t even fucking blink when I kill you and keep going. Yes, I want him, yes I want to own him and not even god would stop me from doing that.” Isis roared, and I blinked at her, taken aback by her outburst. And how furious she was just because she thought there was something between me and him?!

I don’t want to be reminded of that bittersweet past. “Trust me, you don’t want to know!” I say, starting to walk away to get a mop to clean up his mess. But he grabs my hand. His grip is so strong for someone who is supposed to be tipsy or totally knocked off, but that is not even the main problem here. It is more about how close he has pulled me. It is how close we are. It is the forbidden fact that our lips are well-nigh poignant, and instead of sampling the revolting odor of alcohol from him, I am sniffing something else utterly different—something hot and intoxicating. Something forbidden.

He was not only strong but also seemed oblivious to personal boundaries. As Joey turned, he even embraced her from behind. Feeling grossed out, Joey shouted, "Stop!" Ignoring her protests, the guy reached out to grab the key strapped to her hand, insisting, "Apologies, Ms. Chloe. It's just part of the game." Joey struggled, but her efforts were futile. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to the guy, saying, "If you don't want your reputation ruined in the video edit later on, don't get this close to me.

“Because some flames… aren’t meant to be controlled. Some obsessions… aren’t meant to be tamed. And some people… are impossible to resist.” The fog swallowed him again, but the electricity lingered. I was trembling, not just from desire, but from the realization that the first real obstacle had arrived—not someone watching from the shadows, not the city, not rumors—but me. My own obsession, my own surrender, my own dangerous choice to follow him into fire I couldn’t escape. Even as I walked away from the pier, alone in the fog, heart hammering, pulse racing, I knew the truth. This secret meeting wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. And I was already consumed.

He didn’t leave; instead, he took another look and readjusted it. “Perfect,” he muttered, a bit satisfied. Then he turned to strut towards his chair and sat on the bench. “I’ll give you another warning, Dorothy.” “Don’t touch things without permission.” I swallowed hard. He could see through my lies and didn’t point it out. And whatever he had noticed stands right before him. Swiftly, he arranged his desk with calculative moves. I watched every movement. Uncle Sebastien wasn’t just a perfectionist; he loves things being in order in an obsessive manner, probably.

Jimmy and Susan were drifting apart, their calls and texts dwindling until they ceased altogether. The time they once spent together now felt like a distant memory, hidden from the eyes of their family, who remained blissfully unaware of the changes unfolding between them. Inside Susan, a profound loneliness began to take root, stirring feelings for Jimmy that she desperately tried to suppress. "You can't, Susan," she scolded herself in frustration. "Don't let this go any further; he is your son. This feeling is forbidden."

Damien looked down at me, torn between obsession and horror. The pain intensified. My shift was seconds away. And in that final moment before my wolf took over, I saw the truth in Damien's eyes. He had known about the sacrifice all along. Would he really kill me to break the curse? Or would his forbidden obsession for me be stronger than the oath he swore? The answer would decide whether I lived or died tonight.