Forbidden Obsession Novels & Stories

The week after the risky office encounter became a tightrope walk over an abyss. Alex tried desperately to regain control of his spiraling life, but Jordan had become an obsession he couldn’t shake. Every spare moment, every excuse, led back to them. The guilt toward Sarah grew heavier with each passing day, yet the thrill of the forbidden only made the sex hotter, more desperate, more addictive.

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?

It was completely dark inside. Just when I kept my foot inside, I was grabbed quickly and pushed against the door. I felt a weight on top of my body. A hand clicked the knob beside me to lock it from inside. The intoxicating fragrance of lotus flower and heavy breaths were falling all over me. My wolf was almost losing its mind. I was still pressed against the door. I could feel Zen struggling with his wolf to keep it in his control. Suddenly he asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think you're doing?"

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

"So why waste your precious time on me? Shouldn't you be trying to seduce Dante faster? Working harder to get him to marry you so he can finally let go of me?" Victoria gasped. Isabelle's face went white, then red. Elena moved closer, her voice dropping to cold and dangerous. "I will not let you or Victoria walk over me anymore. I am not pathetic. I am not a loser." She tilted her head, her smile sharpening. "And I will not fight over a man you two are passing around like a joint at a college party. Friends indeed." The implication hung in the air, thick and toxic. The suggestion that Isabelle and Victoria had both slept with Dante, that they were trading him between them like some sordid ga

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

Her morals would crumble. It wasn’t love. Not in the way she understood it, It was obsession. It was danger. Temptation. A magnetic pull that made her forget the man who waited at home, who trusted her completely, who had never once looked at another woman. With Henry, she was cherished. With Lucas, she was claimed. And she knew it was wrong. She knew the fire would eventually burn her alive. But still, she returned. Again. And again. Because once you’ve tasted something forbidden, it lingers.

"I'm going to push my big cock into this tight little cunt and stretch you open. And then I'm going to bend you over and fuck your ass, while my nephew watches. He'll watch me claim you... and then he'll fuck you himself... fill you with his cum... mark you as ours..." Francesa whimpered, shaking her head frantically. "No... no... I don't want this... I don't..." But she did. She could feel it, deep inside her - a desperate need, a hunger for these two men to use her body, to claim her completely.

I met his gaze, locked in the depths of his dark eyes. "This is not on you," he murmured. "I can’t bear the fact that someone left such a cruel mark on you. It’s because of you—but this is my revenge." His words sank deep into my bones. I looked at him carefully. This—this was the real him. Completely bare. Transparent. I couldn’t believe it. Jina was right. This man is obsessed with me.

With just a snap of his fingers. Unfortunately, my misfortune lay in the fact that Tyler Ricci wanted me, and in his pursuit, he was systematically dismantling the life of the most precious person to me—Jacob. Whether it was a cruel twist of fate or simply Tyler's malevolent nature, the fact remained that out of all the women in the world, he had fixated his gaze upon me. I couldn't attribute it solely to my own allure; I knew that another reason for his obsession lay in his perverse desire to strip everything away from Jacob. He derived pleasure from witnessing Jacob's destruction, and piece by piece, that's precisely what he was achieving.