Obsession Romance Books Novels & Stories

He was coming closer Neil "You can't resist me. We are made for each other." But I slapped him. I really liked him but after that the way he treated me and then the way he tried to come closer and all that mean stuff. I really got scared of him. I was so sure that he wasn't the one for me. He was my Obsession but that Obsession was my regret infact was going to be the greatest regret of my life. I slapped him when he tried to touch me again and this time I slapped him really hard. He was getting on my nerves and I had already beared so much.

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

After that we finally collapsed on the cold floor near the showers with both of us bruised, covered in marks, and sweat, and thick white cum. My body ached in the best way. Kai lay beside me, his chest rising and falling fast with his hand rested on my thigh in an almost possesive way. We did not speak for a while the entire locker room just reeked of sex and smelt like conquest and victory. I turned my head to look at him when he looked back and the satisfied look was still there, sharp in his eyes. But underneath it all of that was this new obsession lingering there. “Your mine, everywhere.”

I growled as I dropped the book back on the table, making sure I dropped it the way she left it. I went through her wardrobe and sniffed on her clothes. I have dreamt of this severally, sniffing her body and claiming her as mine. I couldn't help but lean more into the closet and my eyes came in contact with her panties. I swallowed hard as my curiosity piqued, wondering how she smells down there. I clenched fist as I tried to hold back the urges that shot through my veins. ‘Get your act together,dude.’ I growled internally. I know you might call me crazy, weird. That's me,I can't control myself when I start obsessing. I have never felt this way towards any human,she is the first and forever

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

The one who could burn him alive and kiss the wound better. You stuck through the silence, the pain, the almosts, and the push-pulls. And when I was on the edge of giving up, you were the reason I didn’t. So here I am. Still writing. Still pushing. Still pouring my soul into every word because you deserve that. Dark romance isn’t everyone’s thing. But if it’s yours, then you get it. You get how love can be painful and beautiful. How obsession can look like devotion. How the line between “I need you” and “I might destroy you” can be so, so thin.

“Everything that’ll ruin me.” I smile against his mouth. “Then let’s get ruined together.” His control shatters. His mouth slams back to mine, raw and unfiltered, and I melt into him, knowing this isn’t just about lust anymore. This is obsession. Need. A slow descent into madness with no one left to save us. And God help me, I never wanted saving in the first place. To Be Continued...

My clit throbs, begging for attention, and as if reading my mind, he reaches down between us, his thumb finding the swollen nub and rubbing in firm circles that match his thrusts. "Mmh yes—Fuck me like that," I beg, my hands sliding down to his ass, squeezing the firm muscles as he drives into me. He obliges, pounding harder, his cock hitting that spot inside that makes my toes curl and my vision blur. The intensity ramps up, sweat starts to bead on his chest, slicking our skin where we press together, making the friction even better. I rock my hips to meet him, grinding down each time he fills me, chasing the pressure on my clit. The city lights outside seem to pulse in time with our rhythm

Her lips met Allie’s, causing the entire world to shift on its axis. It was far from a hesitant or exploratory kiss. Instead, it was profound and self-assured, an act of possession. Allie’s anxieties dissolved completely, overtaken by an overwhelming wave of raw desire. She returned the kiss with equal passion, her hands rising to weave through Casey’s hair. She could perceive the gentle, moist sounds of their lips connecting, could detect Casey’s recognizable perfume intertwined with a fresh element, something indicative of arousal. From the edge of her vision, she noticed Chris settling into a chair in the corner, his eyes darkened by longing as he observed them intently, his hand already