Obsessed Novel Novels & Stories

It disappeared almost as soon as I noticed it. My heart skipped a beat. “John,” I whispered turning back toward the bed. He stirred and sat up. “What is it baby?” I looked back out the window but the light was gone. The beach was empty again. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks after everything we had been through. But deep down I knew better. Somewhere out there in the shadows someone was still watching. The obsession that started on that summer vacation had created ripples far beyond Victor Kane. Someone new was carrying it forward.

I carried her to the kitchen counter, bent her over, and fucked her from behind until her legs gave out and her moans reverberated throughout my apartment. She turned to slap me but I caught her wrist and licked her palm, then kissed her knuckles. “I’m not done writing you,” I whispered. And then I dropped to my knees behind her. Because fiction doesn’t come back for more, but obsession? Obsession writes sequels.

She paused a bit, with my shirt in her hands before laughing out loud, alone, then started swaying her hips to whatever it was she was listening to. My cock stirred awake in my pants, just in time as something else woke from a deep slumber in my chest. It was not desired. No. That ship had sailed a long time ago. I was hopelessly and helplessly attracted to her in ways I never deemed possible, and that was a fact known by many now. This feeling inside.. it was something else. Something more dangerous. Obsession. Raw and burning obsession. I just wanted to have her wrapped around me all the fucking time, wanted to bask into all the things she was that I could never be. My fingers twitched aga

RIVER How do you feel when someone you love deeply chooses his best friend over you? How worse can it be for me? Now, I am almost losing my sanity but everything changes when I find myself in an unknown room and my heart dies in my chest when I see my ex's favourite biker — the one he has always been obsessed with, in between my legs and a dark glint on his lips. *** A big smile crawls up my face when Ryker's message pops up on my phone's screen.

Maddox I finally dragged myself upstairs, my head heavy, body heavier. The minute I hit the bed, I just lay there, staring into the dark. I couldn’t think anymore—not about Hayden’s smirk, not about Kyle’s silence, not about the damn mess of it all. I just wanted quiet. Sleep. But sleep didn’t come. So I closed my eyes anyway, shutting myself off, pretending the world outside my room didn’t exist. A few minutes later, I shifted under the covers and froze. Something felt off. Like there was weight where there shouldn’t be. Movement. My chest tightened. What the hell? A rat? Some big damned mouse?

t and likely kill Johnny himself, not Layla, with her gossipy nature and sharp eyes, not the old men with their rambling stories and leering eyes that seemed to miss noth- ing. It was their secret, a dangerous, intoxicating !re that they fed in stolen mo- ments and couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how much trouble it promised, no matter how many warnings they gave themselves. Tonight, it felt even more dangerous than usual, the air thick with unspoken longing, heavy with the weight of their shared secret. She could feel it thrum- ming in her veins, a restless energy that made her hands tremble slightly as she wiped down the bar,

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