Illicit Love Web Novel Novels & Stories

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

Shame burned through me, but beneath it was a fierce, protective fire. “I love him,” I said, my voice shaking but clear. “This isn’t just lust, Elena. It’s real. He sees me. He makes me feel alive in a way I never have before.” “Love?” Elena laughed bitterly, stepping closer. “You’re twenty years old. He’s a priest! This is not love, Isabella. This is sickness. This is corruption. He has taken advantage of your innocence, your devotion—” “I wanted it,” I interrupted, stepping forward despite my nakedness and the cum still leaking from me. “Every time. I begged him for it. I chose this. I chose him.”

she said. She raised her palm. And in her other hand—a match. One Elise had hidden in the last page of the grimoire. Inscribed: “When you’re ready to end it—not fight, but finish.” Yvette struck the match. And placed it against her chest. The flame didn’t burn skin. It burned story. The lies. The myth. The legacy. It turned them to cinders. And from the cinders— Ash. Not weapon. Not curse. Just silence.

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Just real. “You were alive,” he said, like that covered everything. “There are plenty of people alive. You didn’t drag them home.” He almost smiled—just a tiny lift, the kind that changes the air. “None of them had what you’ve got in your chest.” She went still. “You can see it?” “I feel it. What is it?” She looked at her hands, neat and bandaged, cared for by someone a little too practiced. “I don’t know. Wen Lihua. I was—am?—the Wen Clan’s failed daughter. Couldn’t cultivate. Three days ago, I survived a fire. Now something in me just—” she set her hand over her heart, “burns.”

“She wanted me to hate my own mother. She’s always been saying bad things about Delilah. I hated Delilah. She made me fight my own mother. Because of her, I embarrassed my mother and wanted her thrown out of the office. You made me believe my mother was crazy. You too dad.” “Delilah is a crazy woman. She’s never loved you. She’s only loved two things in this world, and that’s Raphael and then money. I took you in. I gave you the love of a mother.” Mom told me. “Delilah is just a selfish woman who only cares about herself.” “Now is not the time, Leticia.” Dad told her. “She should know. We offered Delilah a cheque to leave you and get out of our lives and she didn’t even think twice.” Mom tol

"What if that's the only chance we have to survive?" He shut his eyes and muttered, "It's all pointless if you can't survive." I swallowed down a lump in my throat. "I trust you." I stretched my hand, my fingertips tracing his cheek and lower lip. "I love you." He drew a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, they burned with savage fire. He lowered himself and pierced his teeth through my skin. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. He embraced me, holding me tight as he pushed his teeth deeper. I moaned, and, God help me, it wasn't because of pain. I shivered, shamelessly flooded by arousal, as he sucked my blood. A growl rumbled in his chest, and I could feel him hardening agains

Giovanni motioned his head toward the door as he stared down the brute as he walked out. "As for your snide comments earlier, I'm sure you're aware of the recent attacks. My warehouse completely burnt down, and well I'm sure you know about the rest, so I came to make an accord with you," Giovanni breathed out as if he had been holding his breath since he arrived. "I want to join our houses, I want you to marry my only child, my daughter, Annabelle," "You want protection Giovanni Ricci, and you came here to bully me into marrying your offspring, I will think Ricci, I will think," I stood up and buttoned my black suit jacket, watching the defeated look on his face as he motioned the other henc

There was a fire burning within me, a determination that surpassed the physical strain. As I lay in bed, the weariness seeping into my bones, I couldn't help but think of her. The weight of my efforts was a testament to the depth of my feelings. Arcane was the catalyst for this transformation, a force that had reshaped my priorities. Sleep claimed me swiftly, pulling me into its embrace. Dreams danced on the edge of my consciousness, a montage of moments with her. In that realm, there were no distances, no barriers. It was just us, bound by a love that defied the constraints of reality.

"You'd still fall for lies by other women. You only believe in what you want to see. You refuse to accept the truth. Your distrust of me was the start of our tragedies. "Sean, I'm starting anew. Please leave. I will never forgive you, but I don't hate you." The color drained from his face. "There's no hope between us. Is that right?" "Yes. Never." Sean finally accepted reality. He turned and left in slow, heavy steps, cheeks drenched in a mix of tears and rain. Winnie had no idea where he went, but he looked crestfallen, a shell of his former self. Winnie went into her house and moved the pot of sunflowers indoors. The sunflower was Catherina's favorite flower because, just like Catherina he