His Lovely Obsession Novels & Stories

Earlier he used to find her too innocent to be subjected to dirty thoughts but now the same innocence of her was driving him crazy. Their shadows on the wall merged into one as he took hold of her slender waist and pulled her up into his warm, toned chest. The sheer possessiveness in his move caught her unaware. He then locked an arm around her and proceeded to cradle her nape with the other to deepen the kiss. He kept her pressed flush to him- so close that she could feel his heart knocking against her own. It appeared as though his heart would rip out of him just to unite with hers. He invaded her mouth with his tongue and groaned in approval when she coiled her tongue around his. Flames o

“Because despite everything, you know I’m telling the truth?” “He loves me.” “And I didn’t?” He leaned on the chair, crossing his arms as he looked me in the eye. “Serenity, I’m still crawling toward you despite ruining my life. Isn’t that proof of my love for you?” “No,” I answered, not even thinking twice. “Because that’s not love. It’s an obsession.” And that was the most terrifying part about Hans, even if we’re at a far distance now. He wasn’t pretending. His obsession was real. Every terrifying, unhealthy part of it.

"You're sick, Darius. This isn't love—it's obsession." "Obsession?" I scoffed, struggling to keep my voice steady, though my heart thundered with anger and frustration. "Obsession is what you're doing to me. You're refusing to let go of something that can never happen between us." "But I love you," she pleaded desperately. As I clenched my fists, trying to keep my temper in check and tired of her tantrums, the bathroom door creaked open. Both Lilian and I whipped our heads toward it, and my stomach dropped as Rowon sauntered out, a smug grin stretching across his face. He adjusted his belt with a deliberate slowness, and the glint in his eye told me he’d heard every word.

A rather blissful smile spread across his face and he looked at me with a strange happy look. “I ‘loved’ the panicked expression you wore when you saw me get stabbed.” What? “The look of pure horror after you realized what you had actually done.” He reached out his hands and placed them on my cheeks, “I loved how scared you were when you thought I was going to die.” My heartbeat started racing, “No one has ever shown me expressions like that. It was something new. It was something strange. I wondered why a random person would panic like that.” He whispered the words since he was really close to me, “But you did, and you did it for me.” I froze in my place, “ And that felt,” He paused, “Good.

I swallowed, shaky fingers drawing on his chest. “But isn’t that obsession?” “I am obsessed with you Principessa.” He breathed out, looking so relaxed and so handsome. “But what if that obsession runs over? What if you wake up one day and you realize all the flaws that you can’t stand but had not been seeing because you were misled by your obsession?”

Part of the harm caused by the drug was obsession due to what the drug met the brain doing. He hit his head a little to avoid him remembering the past, Stretching his arm, he stood up to take his bath when the notifications diverted his attention to his phone. It was a picture of a lady sitting in a noodle restaurant with a smile as he rubbed his finger on the phone screen. He dropped the phone and went into the bathroom to do his early morning business. After like twenty minutes, He came out from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, the towel around his waist revealing his chiseled physique. His damp hair fell in waves across his forehead, and his eyes sparkled, His presence alone could wet a

Instead, it made her pulse race with an excitement she didn't fully understand. As Timothy helped her into his car, Nicole couldn't shake the feeling that she was falling into something she might never escape from. And the most terrifying part was that she wasn't sure she wanted to excape from it at all. Timothy Cole was becoming an obsession, and she was powerless to resist his pull. But what Nicole didn't know was that for Timothy, she already was an obsession-one that had started the night he'd claimed her completely, and one that he would never let go.

“Now start talking. Every detail. Start with the beach house and end with the part where he rearranged your organs.” My cheeks burned. “Dawn!” “What? I support women. Now spill.” I sighed, twisting a loose curl. “It was… intense. And sweet. And confusing. And I felt…” “Safe?” she finished softly. I swallowed. “Yeah.” There was a pause before she spoke again. “So, Noah Frost. Billionaire. Gorgeous. Gives you earth-shattering orgasms. The dream guy of half the city. But what about the complication?” I frowned. “What complication?”

“I belong to no one.” His voice was velvet and violence. “Then why did your heart race when you saw me?” She didn’t answer. Because it had. It still did. He circled her slowly. “You’ve tasted shadow. You’ve drowned in pain. And yet you still reach for light. That’s why I chose you. That’s why I love you.” Her heart stuttered. “You don’t know love.” “I know obsession,” he whispered, brushing a finger over her cheek. “And in time, that becomes love.”