Magnificent Obsession Book Novels & Stories

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

All her mind was that the lady would feel scared and apologize but her expectations were cut short. The lady glared at Joan like she is just making empty threats “ I know who you are, A dumb model who fucks around for endorsement deals, Every sensible person knows you to be a witch but your camouflage is working well for you” The lady hissed hatefully. She turned her head to the right side to bring out a novel from her bag, The novel titled ‘ Hello Kitten, Run by Anonymous Author’ She is a lover of dark romance. Joan looked at the lady with anger, and hatred that she couldn't teach the girl a lesson. She tried to calm herself down till the plane landed but her mind betrayed her.

French toast, strawberry chops and turkey slices. And a can of coke. Unusual! "Something like what?" He asked, leaning back. "urrrrgh," I scanned the room until my eyes fell on the bookrack in front of me. "This!" I pull out one of the novels. “Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough,” he said immediately, without even glancing at it. He could tell which of the books were missing by just looking at the rest on the rack. “You read it?” There's suspicion in his tone.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

“You can’t…God, Giovanni, you can’t fix what’s broken in you by breaking me too.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. His hand slid from my hair to cup the side of my face, surprisingly careful for a man made of violence. “You think I don’t know that? You think I haven’t tried to stay away?” His voice was low, edged with fury and something far more dangerous, honesty. “But you’re under my skin, Mirabella. In my blood. And no matter what I do, I can’t tear you out.” My chest rose and fell in shallow bursts. “That’s obsession. Not love.”

"Could have fooled me." "I'm not." Her voice was softer now. "I was in love with you. Part of me still is. But that's not why I'm writing this book. I'm writing it because the world needs to understand what obsession looks like. What love looks like. What happens when two broken people find each other." Damian stared at her. "Then why does it feel like a threat?" Dr. Chen didn't answer. Damian opened the door. He and Sebastian walked out, into the hallway, into the elevator, into the street. The sun was bright. The city was loud. The manuscript was already seared into Damian's

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?"

That deep, velvety voice with its subtle vibrato still sent tingles racing down her spine. He was tall, strikingly handsome, with dark curly hair, piercing brown eyes, and a naturally tan, well-built physique that filled out his tailored suits perfectly. Any woman would kill to have such a successful, powerful, and gorgeous man. As she sipped her coffee, Monica May’s mind wandered. She thought about how large his hands and feet were… and what the old wives’ tales said about that. A little shiver ran through her. Her temperature rose. “Fuck,” she whispered, cursing Barry again for leaving her so wound up and needy.

I know she’s been photographed topless with just her hair artfully covering her breasts in the past; I’ve got the image saved to my phone along with dozens of others. Hoarding pictures of Aubrey Campbell is my dirty little secret. From the moment I first saw her, I wanted to claim her. Make her mine. Knowing she’s been practically naked in front of others is a totally different thing to actually seeing her bare herself. The possessive beast inside me won’t allow it. “No more. From now on no one sees your pretty little tits and juicy ass.” “Wha—I don’t…” I close the distance between us, causing her to look up so she can meet my eyes. “No one sees what’s mine.”

Black’s hand as he watched Miles’s hesitant touches. Her creamy pussy clenched and pulsed beneath Miles’s fingertips, every gentle caress sending waves of heat up her spine. She leaned into Miles, letting her body respond to the nervous yet eager energy radiating from him. Mr. Black’s eyes never left them, dark and commanding, a low growl vibrating in his chest. He shifted closer, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. “Keep your eyes on me,” he whispered, voice rough with desire. “She’s mine first, remember that.”