His Perfect Obsession Novels & Stories

I yelled in annoyance. Justin stared at me like I had just sprouted a new head and blinking more than normal blinking intervals. "Eve, I wonder when you'll learn that you or your body is not worthless. You are the perfect definition of perfection." He smiled weakly, pulled me in for a hug, "I could give the world for you. I love you because you're perfect to me and I don't see anything bad in your body." He patted my head. "Justin," I sobbed on his chest and my cheeks were getting wet from my tears that sang on his chest. "Thank you."

She knew this man; she had slapped him in the clubhouse room. With regret, her hands quickly went to her mouth and covered it. Mason identified her as His Alluring Obsession after glancing at the startled and terrified girl occupying the last seat. Mason approached a chair a short distance away from them and sat down, gesturing for the interview to continue. Before attempting to speak during the interview, Dunn bit her lip and blinked repeatedly. "What motivates you to collaborate with us and why should we hire you?" Dunn was once more left dumbfounded by the interviewer. Her lips slightly parted, but her voice was too low, making it difficult to understand what she was saying.

As he leaned in to speak, his deep voice resonated with a hint of confidence and warmth, captivating my attention instantly. "I can't; I need to finish my work," I utter. He went behind me. My heart stops when I smell his perfume even closer. I turn around slowly, trying to keep my composure as his familiar voice whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You are done; then come with me." I can feel his warm breath on my neck, making me tremble with anticipation. The electricity between us is palpable, igniting a fire within me that I can't ignore. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart as I follow him. I close my laptop. He moved away from me and finished his drink.

I heard Cindy's voice loudly on the other side of the cell phone, she had already picked up before I could hang up like she knew I'd call her "Hello, Azelia, are you there?" she seems concerned about my muted voice "You" "You, did you do this on purpose?" we said almost at once, he didn't look surprised to see me and I didn't care, after all these years, he stood in front of me as I owed him an unpaid debt "You ruined my blouse and you stood there saying nothing, is that how mannerless you are" My voice attracted onlookers, he stood placing his both hands on his black tuxedo, with his neatly black trimmed hair, carelessness arranged, but I didn't care about his look

She looked him and started admiring him. Nan pov:i thought we are going for movie..but he bought me here..It is very beautiful..He saw my expression and teased me..Started laughing..How innocent and beautiful he looks when he laughs.. I am seeing same innocent manik whom I saw eight years back..He is looking very cute and carefree while laughing..Where that innocent manik lost.. Why he became ruthless evil..Why I can't hate him from my heart.. I will do anything to bring that same innocent and best manik.

Third person Jeremy was seated by the side of Lenas bed holding her hand in his, he had refused to take his eyes off of her the entire time. “Are you sure there is nothing that can be done??” Black asked the specialist. He stared at the state of his son,he understood exactly what he felt as he had been in such a state before, he had almost lost his mind but there was Jeremy who was standing strong for the love of his life waiting for her. “All the tests prove she is healthy, nothing seems to be wrong with her,I have even consulted Magic but instead it rebounded as you can see I might be caused” the specialist explained.

My pussy quivered, muscles clamping around the thick invasion. "Oh. Oh. Oh." My legs trembled, threatening to force me to the ground. My grip on the cheap porcelain became stronger, my fingers numb. "You're going to come for me, Serena." "No, I...can't." "You can and you will." Blinking, my vision was so foggy, the sexual haze like a warm blanket as I stared into his eyes. So intense. So, penetrating. He wanted all of me and would stop at nothing to get exactly what he craved.

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

He didn’t leave; instead, he took another look and readjusted it. “Perfect,” he muttered, a bit satisfied. Then he turned to strut towards his chair and sat on the bench. “I’ll give you another warning, Dorothy.” “Don’t touch things without permission.” I swallowed hard. He could see through my lies and didn’t point it out. And whatever he had noticed stands right before him. Swiftly, he arranged his desk with calculative moves. I watched every movement. Uncle Sebastien wasn’t just a perfectionist; he loves things being in order in an obsessive manner, probably.