Obsession Club Novels & Stories

A luxury space for those who live a different kind of lifestyle. I glance at the building again as we step out of the car. I try to piece together what little I know. Sin and Obey is a bondage club. That part is clear. Beyond that, I only know the rumors, that it caters to all levels of experience, that it’s exclusive, that it has private rooms and strict rules. But the truth is, I have no idea what goes on behind those doors. And now I’m walking through them.

He asked. "Because there are likely to be hot bítches there, I'm tired of f**king the same girls" Jace muttered. "Okay" The driver drove out of the company immediately. **** ALL SOULS BAR*** Hailey sat down on a chair tiredly, her body feels numb at that moment. She watched as everyone drank and danced happily and she bit her lips. She wonders when her life would be happy like theirs. "Focus, stop thinking this way. You're much better than them, remember?" She slapped her cheeks, trying to cheer herself up.

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.

Or what was waiting for me. The club was built behind on a quiet street. Neon light glowed at the front. I stared at the name once again; Obsidian Harem Club. Not for the novice. A man in a dark suit welcomed me, and let me in. Inside…the air was warmer. Music played low. Soft lights. The main room opened up wide, with low couches. My fingers clenched around the strap of my bag as if it was going to save me. Everyone in the room was naked. Both genders.

He wasn’t punishing her for Isabella’s choices; he was seeing Isabella in her, and he wanted to recapture that lost connection, to possess the living embodiment of his deepest regret. He wanted to mold her into his partner, his weapon, his queen. The words from the outline she’d only just glimpsed in her own mind when planning the novel now resonated with terrifying clarity. He wasn't just breaking her; he was remaking her. And the profound, unsettling realization settled over Amara: Dante Moretti’s obsession, born of a past he couldn't let go of, was now deepening, dangerously unstable, and irrevocably focused on her. She was not just a pawn in a game; she was the central piece, the one he

My love for you is just like fire, That will consume you in its flames, That all the desires get fulfilled, My feelings have always been wild and tilt, Whenever I see you nothing remains the same, I can't point you for this, But you too feel the same, We are scared of telling each other Because we both are hard to be tamed, But I believe that one day, We'll find our way to each other without any blame... Rachel P. O. V.

"I know this isn't easy." "Walk me through it," I said, moving to sit back down. "What exactly happens at this club? What should I expect?" For the next twenty minutes, they briefed me on the Obsidian Club and what I would encounter there. The main floor was a legitimate high-end casino—expensive, exclusive, catering to wealthy clients who enjoyed gambling with some discretion. But below the main floor, accessible only through specific entrances and requiring certain credentials, was where the real business happened.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.