His Curvy Obsession Novels & Stories

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

Audrey opened her handbag and brought it out carefully. Then she stood up and walked closer to him. The moment she leaned slightly beside him to show the designs, Smith caught the soft scent of her perfume immediately. His jaw tightened slightly. Audrey remained completely focused on the work. “I chose this bottle shape because it gives a more luxurious appearance,” she explained professionally. “And this particular design makes the product look elegant without looking too complicated.” She turned to the next page calmly. “This one is simpler, but it attracts attention faster on display shelves.” Smith remained silent while watching her explain passionately.

His gaze turned lewd as he took in her pretty face and attractive figure. "You make my mouth water, gorgeous. Guess I won't be lonely tonight," Buford said with an eerie cackle as he continued to stare greedily at her, as if he'd already stripped her naked. "This pill is called the Curse of Desire, gorgeous. We made it right here. Once you eat it, you'll lose all your rationality and become nothing more than a cat in heat, driven wild with lust. "When the time comes, I'll definitely fulfill all your desires. And if that's not enough for you, all of us Jalunese men here will be more than happy to satisfy you. Hahahaha!"

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

Story 1: The Boss Who Craved My Curves I never expected the rain to change everything. My name is Amara. I am twenty-eight, curvy in all the ways society sometimes pretends it doesn’t want, and I had spent the last year trying to stay invisible at Okoro Holdings. Thick thighs that kissed when I walked, full hips that made every pencil skirt look indecent, a soft belly I had learned to love in private, and breasts that strained against every blouse no matter how carefully I chose the size. I wore my confidence like armor most days, but there were nights when I stood in front of the mirror and wondered if any man would ever truly crave what I had to offer.

Something that mirrored the way we’d devour each other. But curiosity arose. What was the hype about straight sex anyway? I told myself it was just to mock them and prove how little they appealed. So I clicked a random video in the hetero category. The woman was on her knees with her mouth open but my eyes locked on the man who stepped into frame. Glasses perched on a greek nose, buttoned shirt that hid his broad shoulders. Then he stripped to reveal carved abs, thighs like thick columns and his cock; thick and twisted ropes for veins. It began to harden into something obscene.

He told me I was beautiful and I should never let a man hide me in the dark ever again. "He actually thinks my curves are beautiful," I whispered out loud to the empty bathroom, staring at my reflection under the bright vanity lights. "He did not look disgusted by me at all. He looked completely obsessed." I dried my skin with another thick towel and walked out of the bathroom. I entered the large master bedroom and found a long, dark red silk nightgown resting on the edge of the large mattress. I picked up the smooth fabric and pulled it over my head. The expensive silk slid down my body and clung perfectly to my full chest and wide hips. I climbed into the massive bed, pulled the thick whi

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

​A few minutes after that, the bathroom door clicks open, and Chrysler steps out into the dim, warm glow of the bedside lamps. ​She’s changed into a pair of thin cotton pajama shorts and a faded t-shirt, her dark curls damp and piled loosely on top of her head. She looks breathtaking—soft, clean, and glowing from the steam. ​Except she’s miserable. ​I can tell instantly by the way she’s holding herself. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her midsection, hiding her stomach, and her shoulders are hunched forward. The t-shirt clings slightly to the gentle curve of her belly—bloated from the stress and the PCOS—and she’s staring at the floor, her cheeks flushed with pure, painful self-conscious

"Most males won't even look at you, but me? I like curvy girls, always have." His thumb forced between my lips and something bitter smeared across my tongue, and I spat, but it was already dissolving down my throat. "What did you give me?" My voice shook. "Garrett, what was that?" "Something to help you relax." Heat exploded low in my belly and spread fast, racing under my skin and turning my blood to fire, and my legs buckled. He drugged me. The Beta's son actually drugged me. Sable snarled. Bite him!