My In-laws Are Obsessed With Me Characters Novels & Stories

“Don’t let her freak you out. She has that effect. You know, the whole mysterious widow vibe.” I forced a laugh. “Right.” He turned to leave, then paused. “She likes you, though. I can tell.” I looked up sharply. Jason grinned. “Not like that. Just... she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else.” “Yeah.” “Be careful, though.” I raised an eyebrow. “Why?” His expression darkened, just for a second. “Because people who’ve lost everything,” he said, “have a way of pulling others into the fire with them.”

Now it's just me going it solo, God help me! As we pull into the gated community, my in-laws call their part-time residence, I take another deep cleansing breath, hoping this night goes off without a hitch. “Come here, let me take a look at you! My lord, I think you have become even more beautiful than the last time I saw you and my goodness, you have to stop losing weight. You are withering away.” Margeaux my mother-in-law exclaims. “Oh back off her Marge, I think she looks marvelous. Why if I weren’t married and twenty years younger...” Clyde my father-in-law teases.

My palms become sweaty. "Why are they here and why they want to see me?" I ask stupidly. They are my in-laws and they don't need an exuse to meet me. "You have to find it out yourself, dear. Come, let's go before they blame me of not telling you though I highly doubt they would say a word to me. No one ever disrespected me in this household." She keeps praising the Blackwoods. I wish my opinion was the same as hers in most of the matters.

Uhmm… “Sweetheart, you look gorgeous,” he said, lining his upper lip with his tongue while staring at me with those seductive eyes. Rain. That was Rain. My husband's brother. One of the triplet brother in-laws and the most forward and radical of them all. Even though they were identical, it was very easy for me to differentiate them from each other—thanks to their personalities. “Thanks, Rain, you look handsome yourself,” I said, smiling. He nodded. “I know, right? I'm so handsome and sexy, but you still chose to be with that vulture.”

Alaric’s POV: I think I may have been obsessed with her. No—I didn’t think. I fucking knew it. I was obsessed with everything about my wife: her face, her body, her stubbornness. Her goddamn attitude. The way she trusted me. The way she wanted to know me. The way she thought she wouldn’t hate me once she found out who I really was. What I’d done—to her family and mine. And I hated it. So much. The last time I was obsessed with someone, my heart was eventually ripped out of my chest and torn into several pieces. Although I knew Meadow was not Clarissa, I still couldn’t let myself get obsessed.

he asked in a very serious voice, which made me laugh before I even realized it. "What the hell? Main character syndrome? Who taught you that?" He rolled his eyes. "I am not that old, you brat. Of course I know those terms." "Still older than me though," I retorted while grinning, to which he only responded with a click of his tongue and a rolling of his eyes, making me giggle. "Anyway, yes. My father surely is giving main character syndrome." "And your mom—" "Is a hellcat." It was Gunner's turn to grin at me again. "It seems that we finally found something that we could agree on."

She didn’t even glance at me. Matteo leaned forward, elbows on the table, his grin widening like he enjoyed poking at the tension. "Must be fascinating work if it requires such intense focus." I’d had enough. "Matteo, maybe focus on your plate instead of interrogating everyone." My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. Matteo didn’t miss a beat. "Relax, cousin. Just trying to get to know our… well, Eloise." He shot me a smug look, then turned his attention back to Eloise, as if I wasn’t even there.

Ava's Pov I was halfway to my room, shivering, with my hair matted to my face. I was shivering but it was nothing compared to the way my body felt like it was suddenly on fire. I could not bring myself to stop thinking about my father-in-law….and sexually too. “Are you still sulking?” Claire asked when I was hallways down the staircase. She was tapping her manicured nails against her phone screen. And of course, the little boy was with her, with his curly hair, and chubby cheeks. He clung to her skirt while sucking on a lollipop, I wished I could hate him, but he did nothing wrong.

His grandfather sat on a huge chair to his father's right while the Beta and Gamma of the pack day to his father's left. There was an empty chair beside his grandfather and it was facing the Gamma. He knew that was his chair so the minute he walked into the room, he approached the chair while exchanging greetings with a stiff upper lip. He could see the yearning in his mother's eyes. She desperately wanted to get up and hold him in a bear hug. It had been a long time since he had returned home but where his grandfather was, there wasn't any room for emotions. The old man often claimed having emotions like love made one weak. He would say having faith in a person often led to betrayals. That

So I did, for now anyways. He changed the subject. “Where are our parents? They’re usually the first at the table.” “If you weren’t lost in your romantic soap opera, you’d know Mama and Papa are in Madrid for our cousin’s wedding,” I said. He grunted and picked up the serving spoon. “Then you can eat now.” He dumped an unreasonable amount of food on Arya’s plate. “Is this just the appetizer or the whole damn meal?” she asked, eyeing the mountain.