Obsession Falls Novels & Stories

They had only heard about that but today they saw them. After completing her wedding look they all leave the room.Luna was alone looking herself in the mirror.Today she was looking like a queen like all the girls dream but she was not happy . She didnt wanted to be in a forced relationship. She gets up and tries to walk outside the room but the dress was very heavy.She was about to slip because of heavy weeding dress and was caught by a warm hand.

« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,

Asher leaned against a black Escalade with a cigarette between his fingers, and his eyes glowed red in the darkness—the telltale sign of an Alpha losing control. He stared at me like a predator watching prey that thought it had escaped. "Long time no see, baby."

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

The look she'd given him the night before—wrecked, wanting, confused—mir-rored his own soul, a silent acknowledgment of the magnetic pull betweenthem, a silent confession of desires they both knew they shouldn't indulge. He couldn't drink that memory away. God knows he'd tried. By the time Alli disappeared into the back room to close out, Johnny was three drinks past reason, elbows heavy on the worn wood of the bar, head bowed in defeat. He didn't hear Layla until she slid onto the stool beside him, the vinyl squeaking beneath her weight, her presence announced by a cloud of perfume—sharp, sugary, sickening in a way he used to crave. It was the smell of cheap thrills and "eeting pleasure, a

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

Every second upward felt heavier. My hand hovered over the door handle. Should I open it? Should I turn around and run? Before I could decide, the door opened on its own. He stood there. Crisp suit. Perfectly pressed. Sharp eyes that pinned me in place like I'd been caught doing something illegal. *"Planning to stand outside forever or what?"* *"I was just getting in,"* I muttered. *"Get in."* I stepped inside and stopped awkwardly in the middle of the room, like a misplaced piece of furniture.

"You know something, Leila. I think the first thing we need to establish is your ability to follow instructions. You do as I say or we'd have problems and I'm pretty sure you don't want that. Do you understand?" He said while looking her in the eyes. He held her gaze as he watched her nod her head to show that she understood each word he said. "Now, act like the obedient girl you are and get these off and follow me." He said while pointing at the bra and top she had put on. She nodded again as she was now too scared to speak out. In seconds, she was standing before him in her naked glory. He stepped closer and stood directly in front of her. He raised his hand and began to rub her right pink