His Lovely Obsession Novels & Stories

“You’re mine now. There’s no way I’m letting you leave. Not after thirty days. Not ever. Ever since the first time I saw you dancing in that club with that mask on, I’ve been completely fixated on you. You’ve taken over my thoughts. My dreams. My fucking soul. I can’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about you, about your body, your voice, the way you looked when you came on my cock.” I stared at him, heart racing wildly. “You can say all of this… but do you even like me? Like, actually like me as a person? Or am I just some obsession you want to sate?” His expression softened for just a fraction of a second, but the raw obsession in his eyes never dimmed.

he whispered. Damien kissed her deeply. “And even if you are… we won’t stop. We’ll keep using you. Keep breaking you. Keep filling you.” Lila smiled, tears of overwhelming joy and surrender in her eyes. “I hope so,” she whispered. “I never want this to end.” The ocean whispered softly outside. Inside, the obsession had become eternal — dark, filthy, all-consuming, and perfect.

I looked at him shocked, what did he just say? I really don’t understand him. Adrian looked at me then, I could see guiltiness written clearly in his eyes. “I am often obsessed with things. You remembered when you asked me about my love with Louis Vuitton products? I’m obsessed with the products and if what I have isn’t from them, I won’t be happy and I will go through any length to have that. When I started talking to you, it wasn’t like that at first, not until I noticed my feelings for you. Even though I was denying it then, it didn’t stop my obsession from crawling in. I noticed that when I am not with you, I miss you a lot and if I don’t hear your voice and see anything about you, I won

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

She smiled and swayed her glass " It is indeed anice workplace.. I love to work.. I love toprove my worth to everyone.. But!!! " She slammed the glass down.. " There is this one problem!!! That god damn Wyne Moretti!!!! He deliberately gets on my nerves..." She leaned closer... " Now look... He is so handsome... Anyone with right mind would fall for him.. He has such mesmerizing eyes, his hair looks too perfectly settled... I want to mess them so much!! His nose is perfect with that mole in the tip.. You can't see it regularly unless you stare very intently, okay? His lips look perfect then most women... Such nice built body and those suites of his? Those are so perfectly taylored on him, de

She pulled herself closer to Damon and began to kiss him passionately as she was gently rubbing her erect breasts on Damon's body. Damon's father could be seen as he was confidently sitting in his palace. He wore his dress as it appeared to be bigger than his size. The trouser was way bigger than his size and he appeared just like the old school. He sighed twice within a few seconds. He scratched his head and stood up from his peach-colored, well-decorated divan. The divan was adorned with a golden curvature at each end. Mister Floyd ambled to his refrigerator, opened it, and brought out a chilled bottle of dry gin and a glass cup. Already the drink was halved, as it could be seen forming di

Her physical appearance began to increase rapidly, Rita noticed all of this and unfortunate thoughts began to course through her,she wouldn't even imagine what she was thinking to come to reality,so she died off the matters and moved on. A faint knock came through Ruth's room,she was sitting on a chair opposite the dressing mirror,a lot was going through her mind because she doesn't understand the sudden change of her physical appearance. The knock again,this time it was longer.Sbe sighed in exasperation before walking reluctantly to doors,she wasn't in the mood to welcome anyone so she opened the door and held the doorknob. “Mr. Logan requested you come downstairs for dinner”. A lady in her

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims

He couldn't stop the sexual attraction that seemed to sizzle between them, drawing them to cross a line of no return. He pulled up her dress slowly, stopping once it covered her eyes. He watched mesmerized as she swiped her tongue over her plump lips. He was captivated at how beautiful she looked when she was excited, hot, and bothered because of his touch. She was so responsive to him, that he felt she must belong to him. What was this obsession? Why couldn't I stop myself? Her loving another man, thinking of another man, was poison to my veins. I loathed the feeling, but I couldn't help being bothered. He dragged his fingers through his hair in frustration, watching the hypnotic rise and f