M Y Obsession Novels & Stories

I took a photo of er sleeping in my lap. Added it to the file. Then I sat there in her apartment planning the next phase. I looked down at her sleeping face. La mia ossessione. My obsession. My prize. My perfectly constructed trap. And she’d walked into it beautifully.

Just if he was a normal person like Aaron. ‘Aaron is also like him’ a voice whispered to her. “But he tries”, she said out loud and Alex looked at her funny. “What?” “Nothing! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” She yelled. “I can’t, I’m obsessed with you. I think about you all the time”. “You see, that is the problem. You don’t love me, you’re obsessed with me, you want to have me, nobody else can have me because you want to have me. Like I’m a fucking piece of paper or something”, she yelled.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

And the yoga studio, once a place of calm, had become the crucible in which desire, slow and deliberate, had claimed me entirely. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I traced her presence in my mind, memorized the subtle curve of her fingers, the brush of her hair, the warmth of her breath… and now the thick thrust of her strap-on, the buzz of her vibrator, the delicious fullness of that plug. The obsession had taken root, deep and unshakable, and I knew, with a certainty that thrilled and terrified me, that nothing—not distance, not reason, not propriety—could undo it.

He wore glasses and was somehow even better looking than my brother, Morgan Austin. I was done for. Bare-faced aside, I could literally feel myself dying inside, knowing I had to tell this stunning man that I was 30 years old and still a lifelong single virgin. I froze at the doorway. My cold hand was still resting on the doorknob. My heart sank. Seeing that I was not moving, Jessie frowned and broke the silence with that unfairly perfect face. "Ms. Molly Austin?" "Yes, that's me." My soul had basically left my body.

She retorted sarcastically raising an eyebrow. Myron unconsciously rubbed his palms in excitement. But what she said next made him freeze. "That's all I can do for you, now are you cooperating?" Myron scoffed "I thought you knew all my conditions? There are three more you haven't fulfilled" he said in between fits of small laughs. Meanwhile, Julia slumped on a chair in the cafe looking around feebly with less interest. Mr Amos quickly went to get two sodas and handed her one.

He wasn’t punishing her for Isabella’s choices; he was seeing Isabella in her, and he wanted to recapture that lost connection, to possess the living embodiment of his deepest regret. He wanted to mold her into his partner, his weapon, his queen. The words from the outline she’d only just glimpsed in her own mind when planning the novel now resonated with terrifying clarity. He wasn't just breaking her; he was remaking her. And the profound, unsettling realization settled over Amara: Dante Moretti’s obsession, born of a past he couldn't let go of, was now deepening, dangerously unstable, and irrevocably focused on her. She was not just a pawn in a game; she was the central piece, the one he

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him