Heart Of Obsession Novels & Stories

Content Warning: This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for readers aged 18 and above. "I’m engaged to your sister. You can’t do this." His dark-green eyes bored into mine under the sheets, as he stroked my cheeks. "You’re not even into women, Liam. You know you’re not. You know you want this. You want me." And Liam couldn't deny it, He lived to burn for Jackson Maddox. ~ Liam Sinclair had always lived according to his father’s rules, polished, quiet, and hidden in the perfect image of a future CEO. Behind closed doors, he carried a secret that could destroy everything his father built. He was gay. But scandal had no place in the Sinclair legacy, and Liam made sure no one ever found out. That is, until the night everything changed. When his father arranges an engagement with Avery Maddox, a woman Liam barely knows, he unravels. A single night of rebellion leads him to a club, where a one-night stand with a seductive green-eyed stranger spirals into something far more complicated. The next morning, the stranger's identity is no longer a mystery. His name is Jackson Humin Maddox, the brother of his intending Fiancee. Now Liam is trapped between duty and desire, legacy and love. But Jackson doesn’t care about titles or contracts. Engaged or not, he wants Liam, and he is not letting go. This is a forbidden tango of chemistry, but Liam Sinclair has to choose, to either pretend his one time mistake was baseless, or to fall maddeningly in love with it.

Blurb "When a flame is extinguished, does it die permanently or does it simply wait for the perfect moment to reignite and consume everything in it's path?" I thought the flame that burned between I and Diego Santoro had been extinguished but five years later, I have been forced to return to him with a shocking truth, he is the father of my son. Diego proposes a contract marriage to me for his own selfish desires and with no choice but to save my son, I accept but I soon discover that I have become trapped in a world of secrets, lies and family vendettas. I realize that I am the pawn in the deadly game. Time passes by and I must confront my own dark past and the real truth about my family's legacy. But what happens when the truth I eventually uncover is not my own but that of the man i have sworn to destroy and the face that stares back at me is not Diego's but my own? My name is Federica Marcello and this is my story.

"Let go, Jax. You're hurting me." His smile twists into a cruel smirk. "Oh, I'm hurting you? That's rich coming from you, angel. You think you can just waltz back in and expect me to fall at your feet?" His voice drips with venom. "Newsflash: you're under my authority now, and you'll do exactly as I say. Unless you'd rather kiss your salary goodbye." To save her dying mother and pay off her debts, Aurora reluctantly returns to the city she despises with her daughter, only to find her ex-boyfriend as her new CEO- the guy she had rejected and left broken years ago. Now, as Jax wields his power over her, revenge becomes the only currency that matters. As their complicated past resurfaces, the lines between love and obsession blur, threatening to consume them both. Can their tangled hearts find forgiveness again, or will the lies and secrets of their past tear them apart forever? The ball is now in your court. Dive into this tense, dark romance between two former lovers as their story unfolds.

Fresh out of Med school, Paris Martinez feels like the sky is her starting point, a perfect time to start chasing her dreams. Her dreams had to come to a halt when her father wants her to take over the family's business after his retirement and work for New York's most eligible bachelor, Dante Melendez. Abandoning a medical degree doesn't sound bizarre as having to work for the arrogant Dante Melendez. Paris would rather be in a theatre than anywhere near Dante but her father's wish has to be obeyed. Paris had a tiny plan, which frustrates Dante to the point of him firing her then she goes back to pursuing her dreams as a surgeon. Everything sounds easy until Dante craves a little plan of his too, frustrating Paris till she accepts he's above her. Maybe beneath all of the hate, there's something weird. Something that feels like passion and smells like love.

Lilly, after finding out that her dad was killed by vampires, she vowed not to rest, not until she make all the vampires pay for taking her happiness away from her, but what happens, when she fiRyder erself, falling deeply in love with a vampire, unknown to her about his identity? What happens when she sneaked into the vampires forbidden den, where no one goes in and comes out alive? Do you think she'll be able to take the shock of seeing the only man she loves, Kai Ryder(Lucifer), sitting on the throne of darkness, looking as dangerous as ever? What happens when the deepest secret about her reveals itself?...

"Does the thought of us being caught turn you on?" She moaned the moment she felt the vibrator pick up in speed. She tried closing her legs but he ony forced them open again. "Answer me." He whispers against her ear. "Yes." ༄ Azalea Moore is in her final year of college, facing increasing pressure as a Criminology major. When her friend Jackson invites her to join him for a summer getaway, she eagerly agrees. What Azalea doesn't realize is that Jackson is the son of her English professor, Maddox Thompson, and he'll be part of the trip too. As the summer unfolds, things may become far more intense than Azalea ever expected.

One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise. Now, he is Caspian Blackwood—the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days. The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It’s for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?

(This story is book one of heart of stone series or can be read as a standalone)Eighteen years ago, a mother sacrificed her baby to Lucifer in return of the baby safety.The mother died during the birth, Lucifer accepted the sacrifice, and he’ll be back to claim what he owns. Nova, a depressed half-wolf, half-human girl. On one lonely night she decides to end things, she'd end up in hell, but even real hell can't be as bad as her life. That until the king of hell scolds her, and tan her bum claiming her as his. This is a ddlg/cgl/SFW story, be warned! Apologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

She is one who loves fiercely, but it always ends bad for her lovers. One boy upsets her pattern of love crisis, and she would rather leave him, than destroy him. However, there's more to this than she realizes

I am someone with a strong desire to share every little detail with my lover. The blush of dawn outside the safe house window, a slightly-too-bitter espresso, the new flower shop on the corner. Even if Carlo's shadow just flickered through my mind for a moment, I couldn't stop myself from hitting send. His replies were always brief, but they were instant. I used to think that was just how a cold man like him showed his love. That all changed seven days before the wedding, when I found an AI auto-responder on the burner phone he never let out of his sight. It broke down every sentence I sent, categorizing them and extracting keywords to generate the most perfectly dismissive answers. When I said I missed him, it replied, "Behave." When I said I was scared, it replied, "I'll handle it." When I wanted to argue, it replied, "Be sensible." So, for half a year, the one replying to my messages was never Carlo. Meanwhile, in another chat window, the messages between him and another woman were piled high. From simple good mornings to random midnight thoughts, From secret talks about family business to whether they should take the yacht out on the weekend. I finally understood. Carlo wasn't a cold person. It wasn't that he didn't like to share his life; he just didn't want to share it with me. And I finally decided to make a heartbroken exit from this absurd charade.