Magnificent Obsession Book Novels & Stories

Only his friends know about his womanizing ways) Here in New York nandu and Ayesha board flight.. Malhothra empire: Manik is making out with his so called new slut after his tiring day.. There is one secret room behind Manik's bookshelf in Manik's cabin where he brings his new sluts..He is enjoying his make out session still planning for his revenge for the injustice happened to him unaware of the storm entering his life who is not only going to mess up his plans and revenge but also going to change him to a good human which he was eight years back..

“First: never apologize for your ambition. Never soften your edges to make him comfortable. The moment you become less than you are, he’ll stop respecting you and start controlling you.” Nyx was listening now. Really listening. “Second: maintain your independence. Keep secrets from him. Don’t tell him everything. The moment he believes he knows you completely, he’ll own you. Mystery is what keeps the obsession alive.” She coughed again, and this time she didn’t bother to cover it. “Third: understand that his obsession with you is not love. It’s possession. And possession can look like protection until it becomes a cage. So you need to decide right now: are you going to be trapped by his obse

" I don't regret them" " You don't"? She gave a smirk, as she stepped closer, close enough for her perfume to smoothen the faint scent of tobacco lingering in the study. She lowered her voice " you're a man of pride and dignity, Benjamin. But pride can never keep you warm every night. Audrey... She's soft, yes but soft things are always fragile. She can't fathom men like you". His eyes flickered, torn between resisting and listening. Helen wasn't blind enough to notice it.

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

I step back from him, and my hands shake as I cling to the books I already got, needing something to keep me anchored. He steps in front of me, much like he did last night, blocking me, and I tilt my head back to take him in. At my height of five feet, three inches, it’s hard to glare at a guy who towers over you and not look ridiculous, but I manage—until his eyes flicker with lingering emotion. I drop his gaze. I can handle the smooth-talking Noah, the one he shows everyone, but it’s that deeper side of him that intrigues me. And I can’t have that.

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?

Lorenzo I pull out of her,my dick still semi-hard. This woman is like a drug to me, one that I can't get rid of. When I am with her, I can't think of anything else but fill her insides till she is soaking with my essence. Gino says that my obsession with her has turned into something more dangerous. An obsession. In my line of work, having an obsession can be classified like having an Achilles heel. He says that anyone can get to me. They just have to get to Megan abs and have me eating at the palm of their hands.

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?

and “What breaks first?” Adrian leaned against the desk, watching me flip through it. “You wrote about surrender in your essay on “The Monk”,” he said, reaching for the printed pages of my work. He tapped a paragraph with a red pen. “You said true obsession doesn’t destroy from the outside. It grows inside the ribs, wearing the shape of salvation until the host can no longer tell the difference.” He read it aloud in that velvet voice, and my nipples tightened painfully against my blouse. Hearing my own words in his mouth made me ache.

He hadn’t followed—or so I thought. The room was as cold and pristine as the man himself. White walls, glass furniture, and not a single thing out of place. It was beautiful in a sterile, lifeless way, like a gallery devoid of soul. Kicking off my sneakers, I collapsed onto the bed, the cool sheets soothing the heat of my rage. But the memory of his threat clung to me like a second skin. Was he really going to monitor every single step I took in this twisted excuse for a relationship? Or should I call it a slave contract?