Magnificent Obsession Book Novels & Stories

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

Every second upward felt heavier. My hand hovered over the door handle. Should I open it? Should I turn around and run? Before I could decide, the door opened on its own. He stood there. Crisp suit. Perfectly pressed. Sharp eyes that pinned me in place like I'd been caught doing something illegal. *"Planning to stand outside forever or what?"* *"I was just getting in,"* I muttered. *"Get in."* I stepped inside and stopped awkwardly in the middle of the room, like a misplaced piece of furniture.

Lillian barked. “Oh wow! ...How did I forget? You fired the slaves, right?” I scoffed. “Seems like she’s still oblivious to the maid here.” Taylor laughed out loud. “You were supposed to be in the kitchen 10 minutes ago. Don’t give me reasons to come here again, Jordan,” Lillian said as she waltzed away with her loyal incarnates. Their expensive perfumes suffocating my lungs as they filled the hallways. I stood up too quickly and collided into my bookshelf. The room was small but well arranged, if not for Lillian, who keeps checking to see whether I had stolen anything or not.

The mere thought of him here—his weight pinning me down, his hands spreading me open, fucking me until I was utterly ruined—sent a desperate, throbbing ache through my core. *Fuck.* I wanted him with a ferocity that terrified me. But I couldn't let him win. His smug, unwavering confidence that I would eventually break for him was a challenge I had to overcome. This wasn't real desire; it was just biology, a trick of my hormones during ovulation. It meant nothing. Once I found my release, this fever-dream obsession would shatter. I would be free. Or so I desperately needed to believe.

Saw it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to reach for her. She'd never felt this bold in her entire life. Carol had always been careful, cautious, the good girl who followed the rules and never caused problems. But after days of thinking about him, days of wanting him so badly it hurt, days of avoiding him because she was terrified of what she might do—she couldn't take it anymore. She needed him. Needed to fuck him. Maybe after she did, this obsession would loosen its grip. Maybe once she had him, the fantasy would lose its power and she could move on with her life.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"It has everything to do with you." With obvious disinterest, Magnus opened the book. He read through the book swiftly, flipping through the pages. At first, he seemed unimpressed, but when he reached a certain passage, he suddenly froze with a shocked expression, his eyes roving swiftly over the page. A moment later, he slammed the book down onto the desk and pushed himself out of his chair. "Bloody hell!!! Is this what you want me to know?!!!" He snapped, his eyes flashing with rage.

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

I roared at her and she frowned at me, then her beautiful features turned ugly and her dark eyes felt like two dark pits as she advanced on me. “Why do you care so much about him? What? Do you want him? Interested in him? Does the Russian help you feel good at night?! He has been mine since the moment I laid my eyes on him. He will be with me no matter what and if you stood in my way, I won’t even fucking blink when I kill you and keep going. Yes, I want him, yes I want to own him and not even god would stop me from doing that.” Isis roared, and I blinked at her, taken aback by her outburst. And how furious she was just because she thought there was something between me and him?!

“Please, may I not abuse our relationship as you and your daughter have done. Where is Amelia?” Damon growled as he was already annoyed. He couldn't just continue sitting, rather, he stood up and began to walk around the woman who already knew that she was in danger. Damon repeated his question for a while, and Madam Rawn couldn't provide the required response. Then he went closer to her. “I wouldn't like to kill an old woman like you. But I have people that can joyfully do it for me. Will you speak up, or do you want them to do their job?”