Ink Obsession Novels & Stories

A mask hiding the kind of dark, twisted motivations that only surface when it’s far too late. I recalled the words I’d heard from Zian—those sharp, almost unsettling observations. Eino’s interest in Hyacinth was a concern that bordered on obsession. It wasn’t just care. It was something more dangerous, more consuming. It could very well be the hallmark of a man driven by desire, twisted by it, someone who might cross the line from admiration into something far more insidious.

His OCD couldn't stand it but He reminded himself that this messiness was needed for his desires. There had been an ongoing fight between his OCD and His desire for His innocent angel with cherry lips. His mind was habitual of using guns and knives, it was habitual of getting his hands dirty for his work as He had been doing it for years, earlier for his uncle and now for himself. But He get irked easily whenever He notices anything messy. Yet, the feral desire He felt for Isabel had turned his OCD on the backfoot. Isabel bit her lower lip before they entered his room but the moment she stepped inside she was utterly shocked seeing the sparkling interior. His room had the same white and gold

I said as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What is wrong with him?" he asked as I smiled and glace at Lord Inox. "My king, Lord Inox suffers from memory loss. He doesn’t remember anyone. He was saved by sunny over here" I said as Sunny smiled and waved her hands shyly. "A human" he said as his face becomes void. But everyone was surprised as Lord Inox stood in front of her protectively. "She is my mate" he said as King Knox looked even more shocked. "That is amazing!!! It's just like Nyx and Isabella!" Nyx's mother, Queen Terasia said as she walked to Lord Knox.

I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing me. "Fuck, princess! Fuck, I'm going to come for you. Daddy is gonna cum for you. Right in your mouth." I growled, stroking my cock a little too harder, staring hungrily at her picture of my computer. I came hard, spilling over my hand, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. But there was no peace after. No satisfaction. Only obsession. I stood, paced the office. Tried to open work documents. Tried to read intel reports. But every line blurred into nothing.

I wasn't about to let some board member's careless door add another one. I grabbed my bag and headed toward the elevators. And then I saw it. Ethan's BMW. Parked in his usual spot glossy, black, polished so aggressively you could see your own reflection in the hood. The kind of car that made other cars feel insecure about themselves. I almost walked past it. Almost. Something made me slow down. On the windshield. I squinted. Was that…? Pigeon poop. Fresh. Wet. Generously distributed across the center of the glass like some kind of modern art installation. Shining under the parking lights like a badge of honor.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing in her peach-like scent. In a rough voice, he murmured: “I’m going insane, Iris… I’m going insane.” And suddenly— The sound of the door opening echoed through the room. Gabriel instantly turned with sharp instinct, his eyes turning cold in a single moment.

That much was certain, but my lack of power to make a final decision on this issue was beginning to itch like bugs, and I got off my bed like it was actually infested with those blood-sucking monsters. I pushed the balcony doors open and walked through into the warm heat of the August afternoon. The world's perfume hit me in the face, new rain and Jasmine. Leaning against the banisters, I stared out at oak-lined roads, and moved my gaze further to catch a sight of the hills unfurling in folds under the fading sun. From those dark webby veins under Dean’s eyes, and that little act in the lounge room earlier, he would be in a mental institution before Omnexa even launched fully. Then Louise wo

Alexander felt how a bad feeling settled in his chest, inexplicably he was feeling that something very strong was coming with Sarah's sudden appearance, although he didn't know what it was, he would only try to stay away from her, it was the best he could do; the difficult thing was that his obsession didn't allow it, he was dying to be by her side, and he was dying even more when she was afraid. He hung from the ceiling again to rest, but his brain began to play tricks on him, that had never happened to him, he had never suffered from insomnia, those were things that did not happen to vampires, he hung again and began to work a little on his laptop, again he hung, and could not close his ey

I felt the colour looked a little off so I had it packed for further investigations. We were about to leave when Jake saw a bracelet in the sand. He picked it up and when we inspected it, we saw an inscription inside it. The inscription was written in an ancient language but at the end, there were engraved images of a howling wolf and a black moon. We brought it back with us along with the discoloured food. We were about to take a bypass into the Crimson Rose territory when we smelt blood. We all spread out and saw a woman gasping for breath.

man was back, his obsession flaring in the dark pupils of his eyes. "You think I want her?" he hissed, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and desire. "I spent all night watching the security feed of your office just to see you breathe. I have a thousand cameras in this building, and every single one of them is trained on you. Isabella Thorne is nothing but a fly on the wall. You are the only thing I see. You are the only reason I haven't burned this building to the ground.