His Perfect Obsession Novels & Stories

Why…? Is God this cruel to me? He thought. For all those times, he had imagined how perfect their first kiss would be. He dreamt of how he would lean in to kiss her, in the most romantic setting as possible. Under a beautiful setting, when he could tell her how much he loves her, and she would say the same. As he leans in closer to her lips, the sunlight would cover their entire body, and from afar it would look as if their silhouette merges into one.

One profile had a red tab attached to it. *Adam Kareem.* Senior Systems Administrator. Anderson Group. "Who is he?" Daniel looked up. "The first door." Victor settled back into his chair, completely at ease while Daniel stood there feeling like the floor was tilting beneath him. "Adam has gambling debts, significant ones that keep a man awake at night." Daniel flipped through the pages, seeing bank statements, casino records, loan documentation all meticulously organized. Someone had done serious research on this man. "He's desperate," Victor continued, watching him. "Desperate people make mistakes and mistakes create opportunities for us!"

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

"People want what they can't have, to the point where they might obsess over it," Me. Ashford said. "And the more out of reach the object of their desire is, the crazier that obsession becomes. "However, once they attain it, that desired item turns into something as plain as bread, regardless of how perfect it had initially seemed." He elaborated, "So, Noah's perfect impression of you will completely change if you start dating him. And eventually, he'll fall out of love with you and realize he can live without you."

He pulled back to maintain the intense eye-contact, seeking any sign of lies, but where there was none, he trembled. Not from fear or from heartbreak. But, possessiveness. A strong, uncontrollable one. “Cannot breathe, huh?” The sapphire in his eyes darkened, replaced by a void of absolute, unhinged obsession he no longer bothered to conceal either. “Let it ache, then,” he growled, his fingers gripping my jaw in a commanding force, forcing me to witness the chaos he had chosen himself. “Because Dorian is absolutely right. I am obsessive and extremely selfish to you. And I will never, ever apologize for it.”

“So fucking perfect,” he groaned. “Taking me so well. Like you were made for this.” He shifted the angle, hit something deep inside that made me see stars. “Right there?” he asked. I nodded frantically against his hand. He pounded that spot relentlessly, his other hand sliding between us to find my clit. The combination was too much. I came hard, screaming into his palm, my whole body shaking. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.” He fucked me through my orgasm, then pulled out suddenly. “On your knees,” he ordered. “Face the mirror.” I scrambled to obey, still shaking. He positioned himself behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other fist

As she approaches her next lecture room, a scent she had never smelled before hits her, making Opal stand and pace restlessly inside her head. Isadora freezes at the door, her eyes staring at the floor and his shiny black business shoes, moving up his dress-pant-covered legs, over his tight arse, up his sculptured back, his muscles mesmerising as they moved under his sleek black shirt as he wrote on the whiteboard.

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

“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.