Ink Obsession Novels & Stories

Except he wasn’t untouchable anymore. Lance had touched every guarded part of him. And now he wanted more. All of it. Every side. Every secret. Every ugly thing and every soft thing Ragnar tried to hide. That was when Lance finally understood. This wasn’t a crush. Wasn’t infatuation. Wasn’t even love in the clean sense of the word. It was obsession. Real, deep, ugly obsession. The kind that rewired your habits and disguised itself as affection. The kind that made someone else feel essential.

She went to the dressing room and changed her clothes, and after that, she got to work. *** MONTERIO INVESTMENT*** Charles sat on the chair in his office, typing very fast as he was engrossed deeply in what he was doing. A knock was heard and he frowned. He didn't call for anybody. "Who's it?" He asked. "A monster," a guy said as he entered. Charles shook his head before facing the computer. "Why are you here?" He asked. "What's up, I didn't find your secretary outside," the guy said as he made himself comfortable on a chair.

This was about something else, something deeper, something darker. “I watched you, Sabrina. I watched you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continued, stepping closer again, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of my jaw, his touch almost tender despite the madness in his eyes. “I wanted you. No… I needed you. And I knew from the start that you’d be mine.” I felt a chill race down my spine as his words sunk in, the weight of them pressing down on me. The truth of his obsession, the depth of it—it terrified me, but there was something else, something sickeningly intoxicating about it too.

“This is where he thinks we’re weakest. These channels, these assets—he believes he can strike without us noticing. But he underestimates one thing.” Ocean leaned over, tracing my finger with her own. Her touch lingered longer than necessary, sending sparks shooting straight through me. “What’s that?” she asked, tone deceptively calm. “Our obsession,” I said, voice low, dangerous. “Not with power. Not with revenge. With each other. Marcus has no idea how far we’ll go for this… for us.” She looked up at me, eyes locking with mine, and the war room around us melted. The maps, the charts, the flashing red alerts—they all became background noise. Her gaze, fierce and daring, held me hostage more

I'd stop the way my head was being submerged, random thoughts and memories drowning in a strange drunken-haze, gripping me tight and pulling me down deeper and deeper. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't even think straight. I could only lie there, my hands still bound, as the blood of the First infected every part of me, infusing bone and muscle and vein. I could only lie there, with Oscar crouched in front of me, his head tilted to one side as he watched, doing nothing, saying nothing, just studying me with a keen interest that sparked a dark fire in his eyes.

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

The moment that was so surreal, so impossible to occur in her thoughts was now happening as the door opened and he entered inside, leaving her shaken to the core. Was she going to get ruined again? Would she have the repeat of that night again? She now understood; That one night stand was the start of his obsession with her.

It was completely dark inside. Just when I kept my foot inside, I was grabbed quickly and pushed against the door. I felt a weight on top of my body. A hand clicked the knob beside me to lock it from inside. The intoxicating fragrance of lotus flower and heavy breaths were falling all over me. My wolf was almost losing its mind. I was still pressed against the door. I could feel Zen struggling with his wolf to keep it in his control. Suddenly he asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think you're doing?"

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about