Obsession Romance Books Novels & Stories

Title is, The Alpha's Dark Obsession. You want steamy, drama, suspense coupled with romance between ML and FL, then you don't want to miss that book. It will be available soon. Lots of love.

Georgia asks angrily. I know this is my cue to leave, but my feet stay rooted to the ground. I tell myself I don't want to hear his response, but I can't stop my heart from beating fast in anticipation. “Love?” Roman says, laughing in a scornful manner that has my heart dropping to the bottom of my stomach. “Love is not a real emotion, so I do not feel it. What I feel for her transcends mere love. I'm obsessed with her, I live for her.”

I was drowning in the intensity of it, and yet, I couldn’t imagine pulling away. When our lips finally parted, I gasped, my chest heaving. My face burned, my hands trembling, but my heart…my heart was racing in a way I had never known. Elijah looked at me, his eyes dark and intense, a smile playing on his lips, almost predatory but also tender. My knees weakened as I realized the depth of his possession over me. This was not just a marriage. This was a claim, a declaration, a binding of souls.

All her mind was that the lady would feel scared and apologize but her expectations were cut short. The lady glared at Joan like she is just making empty threats “ I know who you are, A dumb model who fucks around for endorsement deals, Every sensible person knows you to be a witch but your camouflage is working well for you” The lady hissed hatefully. She turned her head to the right side to bring out a novel from her bag, The novel titled ‘ Hello Kitten, Run by Anonymous Author’ She is a lover of dark romance. Joan looked at the lady with anger, and hatred that she couldn't teach the girl a lesson. She tried to calm herself down till the plane landed but her mind betrayed her.

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

" She said that and we both started laughing. "Trust me I didn't enjoy that ride either but I was happy that you were mine and mine only." "And you are mine and just mine only. I don't want any other girl rubbing your cock like that. Trust me I will kill that bitch if she ever dared to touch you like that." I liked that anger that love. That possessiveness. "Okay don't worry. It's not gonna happen love. As we lay there in our bed, totally naked, we began to french kiss, and once again I was hard.

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.

Darius’s POV The rhythm of her sleep-fucked body beneath me is a song I could listen to for eternity, the soft, unconscious sounds she makes as I move inside her, the way her pussy clenches and releases in a slow, lazy dance that matches the pace I have set, the way her breath hitches when I push deeper, the way her fingers curl into the sheets as if even in her dreams she is holding on to something, holding on to me, and I feel a possessive satisfaction that is almost religious, a devotion to this moment, to this woman, to the bond that grows stronger with every thrust, every beat of our hearts, every mingled breath. I move slowly, deliberately, savoring the heat of her, the tightness of he

"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."

The straw finally snapped between my fingers on the forty-third twist. There's a name for what I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Why I didn't tell Nico I have OCD I'll never know. Maybe it's because I'm keenly aware of how crazy I am. My main obsession is numbers. I count everything, how many twists it takes to break a straw or how many steps I take to and from class. My compulsion is having to touch things seven times to make everything all right. The anxiety on top of OCD was just a perk. "Oh my God, you've never been to a football game?" she asked incredulously. "That's a sacrilege at this school."