His Lovely Obsession Novels & Stories

"And now I have the urge to hunt. Someone needs to get punished." A breathy chuckle escaped Calix. He shook his head as an exasperated grin tugged at his lips. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He had always known Adrian was capable of great things, but this? This was a whole new level. This was the first time he saw such obsession in his eyes and just for a mere woman.

I made a sound against his mouth and grabbed his shirt. He spoke there, against my lips. “I think I’m obsessed with you.” I laughed into the kiss, proud and a little mean with relief. “Took you long enough to notice. I’ve been obvious.”

Harold lay down slowly, his breath soft and steady. Lizzy, fueled by desire, swiftly tore open his shirt, eager to seize the moment, and kissed his lips. "Laura... Laura..." Harold's voice trembled, lost in his own illusions. Mistaking Lizzy Laura, he reached out, grasping her face, holding her close, longing for the comfort of what he believed was there. "Lizzy asked, her eyebrows creasing in confusion, 'Who's Laura?' And suddenly, Harold fell asleep right away because he was drunk."

She continued unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing against his chest. "Why is it always black?" Hazel asked in a soft tone as she slowly touched Francisco's hard chest after pulling his shirt down. Francisco's breath was heavy. He slowly pulled Hazel closer. "Black means obsession." "And you are my obsession, honey." Their gazes locked onto each other. "Obsession is not good," Hazel said as she slowly moved closer to his face. Francisco also lowered his head. "What is good or what's not, I will decide, honey. Everything I have for you is justified."

Chapter 3 Shekinah’s POV “I apologize for the delay, Mr Adrian,” I said, with an only-lip smile “Hope you didn’t wait long?” “No, I just arrived. It would have been bad to keep a beautiful lady like you waiting so I’ll apologize for that” Adrian said, obviously trying to sweet talk me I smiled but it disappeared almost the same way it came as we took a seat. The private waiter came in and filled two glasses with wine and placed it in front of us before moving back to the side where he had been standing since Shekinah got into the room.

His playful tone is gone and he sounds monotonous again, unemotional, but there is a tic in his jaw as he drives that tells of the anger he had said and his hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly "Two lovers sleep next to one another, and at night after passionate love making, one sleeps and the other stares. Her skin reminds him of milk, and he wants to run his tongue all over her, her small breath like the hum of bees making a melodious beat that he could listen to all his life and her face... Carved into a smile that he himself had put there... He had made her shine... He was his Sun and she was His moon..." Then all of a sudden,his face changes as he spits with venom "But they hav

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

Claire shifted her claw back to her hand and slightly licked the blood off from the participant's locket that she got from the brunette's neck. "Either you win or win. Because a loser doesn’t deserve to live," Claire mumbled as a devilish smirk appeared on her face, looking at the corpse of the brunette.

I moved my lips against his, what was there for me to fight against anymore. It wasn't as though he had taken the last of my freedom, no I did that to myself. His hands trailed greedily over every inch of my body. I knew I didn't like the feeling. It was rough, it wasn't a touch of safety or comfort, it was one of the cold and loneliness. It was one of obsession.

Lorenzo’s mouth latched onto one of Louis’s nipples through the thin silk, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while he fucked him deeper. “Ah…Lorenzo…!” Louis’s head fell back, but his eyes stayed glued to the mirror. It feels so good… every thrust is hitting that spot. ‘I can’t…I can’t hold back the moans…’ Lorenzo suddenly groaned, blood trickling from his nose. A massive nosebleed…but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked Louis harder, eyes wild with obsession as blood dripped down his lips and onto Louis’s chest. “Too much… you’re too fucking perfect,” Lorenzo rasped, licking the blood from his own lips. “Every time I’m between your legs it gets better. I’m ruined. I’m comple