Obsession Romance Books Novels & Stories

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I took a sip of wine, trying to steady myself. “Most grooms start with ‘I promise to love and cherish,’” I managed. He stretched an arm along the back of the sofa behind me. Not touching but close enough to cage me in. “I don’t want most grooms’ vows,” he said. “I want vows that make people believe I’m capable of obsession.” My pulse fluttered. “Obsession isn’t romantic.” “It is when it’s mutual.” The words hung heavy between us. I shifted, crossing my legs. The hem of my dress rode higher, and his gaze followed lingering.

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

He licked the corner of his lips and moaned. "She tastes incredible," he pushed as he slid a finger into her. “ Fuck, and very tight.” My fists clenched. "I said enough." He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You okay, man?" No. I wasn't okay. Because this hadn't worked. This hadn't made me want her less. It had made everything worse. I wanted to throw him out instantly and have Aria pinned against the wall. Have her reminded of who exactly she belonged to. But I couldn't. Because that would mean admitting the truth. That I was obsessed with her. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

Good day, you all. One of my favorite people (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Like I had mentioned before in my previous author note (if you actually read it (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)). I wrote that a new book, an obsessive werewolf romance book, might come out later on. But, guess what? The book is already published here in Goodnovel, and is titled, "The Mate He Never Expected: His Crazy Obsession".

Elena said flatly, trying to move past them. Victoria blocked her path. "Where are you going? We're just getting acquainted." "I'm not interested in girl talk," Elena said. "Oh, this isn't girl talk," Isabelle said, her voice hardening. "This is me making something very clear. Dante and I have history. Real history. Not some childhood infatuation that ended badly." Elena's jaw tightened. "I don't care about your history." "Good," Isabelle smiled. "Then you won't mind acting invisible whenever I'm around. Which will be often, now that I'm back."

It seemed like the perfect time to immerse myself in my reading. I wasn't a romantic woman so the novels that revolved around a love story seemed very boring to me. The book I was reading was suspenseful and I was very intrigued, I was so immersed in the story that I was really scared when my alarm went off. I grabbed my phone and read the reminder. It was time to study. I turned the page I was reading and put the book on my desk.

Instead, it made her pulse race with an excitement she didn't fully understand. As Timothy helped her into his car, Nicole couldn't shake the feeling that she was falling into something she might never escape from. And the most terrifying part was that she wasn't sure she wanted to excape from it at all. Timothy Cole was becoming an obsession, and she was powerless to resist his pull. But what Nicole didn't know was that for Timothy, she already was an obsession-one that had started the night he'd claimed her completely, and one that he would never let go.

Her breathing started to stop. Then he released her. "You'll be confined to your room from now on," he said. "Ok" Her lips were trembling. He leaned on her neck, took a deep breath and began to take off her scent. Her scent was driving him crazy. He became intoxicated. It was the scent of his blood that was pressing his mouth. He put his hand over his mouth and barely backed away. "Go from here…Go" he roared helplessly. "I don't want to hurt you please go" He was helpless and backed away. He was restraining himself with his hands on his mouth. This desire had never been so strong before today. This girl was very special.

He was very handsome and had muscles, the part that made me wet my pants. How I love those chests and his face. I couldn't wait to see what he got down there. I feel hot in my body already. I was on fire, I wonder if I could move my legs anymore. My body already got engulfed in the heat. I felt like cumming already by just imagining his thing in my pvssy. I licked my lower lip in seduction. He changed into the spot wear that always made my head turn in circles. “Please come and f*ck me, Ryan,” I whispered, with one of my fingers drawing down my lips.