I Don't Want The Obsession Of A Twisted Archduke Novels & Stories

"You're so weird, my Lord." He laughed softly. "Maybe I am. My personality changes when Xanthe is being talked about. I can't focus on anything but her. When she's around, I only want to look at her, and ever since we started sleeping together, my mind and my body can no longer tolerate her absence." He exhaled sharply. "Fuck. I'm really in trouble of falling that deeply, huh?" Ajax frowned at him. "My Lord, with the things you're saying and doing, do you still need to ask if you've already fallen so deeply? I mean, you do realize that you already have fallen so deeply, right?"

Others called it fear. Elijah was now a grown man; with a muscular body, a jawline that was sharper than a knife, long black hair, gleaming skin. He looked like a 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙜𝙤𝙙. The prince was every women's dream and what every men wanted to be. He looked like an angel, carved in perfection, but what lived inside him was far from holy. He walked in the castle and made his way to the venue hall. Just his presence, spread a dark aura throughout the room.

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

the assistant was shocked because all these years his master planned every way to get the throne but suddenly today he is speaking about a girl instead of throne after watching confused expression of his assistant damien said "I know what you're thinking but you never understood me completely yeah my obsession is throne according to you but the truth I'm obsessed to win over that don since from our young age he is the best in everything he gets everything best because of my uncle when I was finally happy that he is dead still that don is superior over everything everyone hates him including his own mom but his confidence never dead he never gave up on this throne so I wanted the throne to wi

Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face. "P-p-lease, I-I'm so-orry," he sputtered through his busted lips. Alexander's face held no sympathy. From a young age, he had been dubbed the Duke of Ice, the moniker had stuck for a reason. He had no empathy for the sniveling human meat bag, only an icy rage. "What are you apologizing for? Stealing from my casino," Slam, "for harassing my staff," Slam, "or for insulting a lovely lady?" Slam.

"Then paying the hospital bill would've been enough. Why'd you donate your blood? You're already Rh-negative. It's going to take forever for you to recover." "If I didn't donate blood, how else would that woman die?" Estel smirked slyly. "I found out Nina is allergic to mangoes. I ate several of them before donating the blood. She's as good as dead." The three of them quickly began fantasizing about Estel's life after marrying into wealth. I stepped forward at the perfect moment and pointed at Estel in disbelief. "How could you do something like this?" The moment they saw me, all three fell silent. I grabbed Estel's hand and pretended to pull her toward the door. "There's still time for you

She falls to the floor, screaming again as the monster rushes towards her. Closing her eyes, she waits for the monster's sharp claws to cut into her flesh, but it doesn't happen. Slowly, she opens her eyes to see what has happened. The monster is gone, and instead, standing before her is the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on. He is tall with a well-toned physique. He gazes at her with a serious and stern expression, but his seriousness doesn't diminish his strong appeal.

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

That man actually has taken advantage of their troubles. He can do anything, but why does he want to marry his daughter? Elsa never wants to be queen. More than that, he does not want his daughter to be with the devil. His daughter is a pure soul, an angel, while this man has a dark, corrupt spirit. His whole body is bathed in blood almost every day. How can he allow this marriage?

He made a gesture of pure disgust, his features twisted in fury. “I admit, it was chilling to discover he had such a record.” “Chilling? It is grotesque. He was supposed to be a patriarch to you, and instead, he harbored a lethal, twisted obsession.” I giggled softly to diffuse his anger. “Steady, wolf.” “I despise him. He has always been a treacherous scavenger, but this? This crossed the veil.” “I know,” I stroked his cheek, grounding him. “I have no desire to be in their proximity, but I feel as though I’m robbing a pup of an incredible family legacy.”