Obsession Rose Novels & Stories

I consoled, but I asked one more question “You love me since we are children, and now you are pregnant with my baby then why are you missing him?” “Just missing him. It has been a long I met him” Her eyes held so much fear as looking at me. “I will never lay my finger on you, you don't have to scare me” I cupped her face. “But….” She trailed off, looking at my questioning eyes. “You know me Amber whenever I get angry, I just lost it and did something which is not acceptable” “You have caged me here” “Because you are mine” “But Rose….” “She is just an obsession, I want to taste her purity and play with her little”

Chapter 26 Antonio was mesmerized. As soon as he saw Rose's body it felt like the lump of passion that had taken over his body just exploded. It spread. Then it made him want to touch Rose even more. He moved slowly. His touch turned soft. His obsession with Rose couldn't be said to have died out, but Antonio understood that maybe it wasn't really sure. Strangely, as he was about to fondle her again, Antonio was lost in thought. His mind took him back in time. Throwing up a vile reality that Antonio was avoiding.

The fact that she had no gag reflex only heightened the pleasure, intensifying every sensation to an almost unbearable degree. The sunlight streaming through the window gave me a perfect view of her. Not that I needed one. The very image of her hot little body was branded into my brain, just like everything else about Rosalina Russo. She was my obsession, my addiction that seemed to grow every time I saw her. Lying on her back, her long, slender dancer's legs were spread apart, giving me a peek at the pussy with which I was going to unload my cum. Fuck, I wanted to breed her.

As Rose spoke with Emily over the phone, her voice quivered with a mixture of fear and anxiety. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as her gaze remained fixed upon Sebastian, who stood tall, a wicked grin stretching across his face. The sight of him upright from his wheelchair only heightened Rose's unease, a visual manifestation of his growing power and dominance. "Please, Sebastian," Rose pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I didn't know what to do."

He says carefully, “You mean, ‘I doubt he sees you as his little rose anymore’?” Ryker clicks his fingers in excitement. “Exactly!” I’m lost, but this is the happiest I’ve seen him since we discovered he’s been marked by Nester, so I’m not complaining. “Little Rose,” he bursts out. “Nester is obsessed with roses. He even put them in your wedding veil. What if… what if the item we’re looking for is a rose!” My eyes fly wide. “Holy shit.” It’s a good idea. Scratch that…

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

“Dangerous doesn’t even begin to cover it. She’s… she’s obsessed, Rosy, obsessed with someone who can never be hers. And now she’s threatening me. Threatening everyone, including herself.” Rosy’s gaze hardened, eyes narrowing. “I saw it too. The way she looked at you… like she could burn the world just to claim it. She’s not just obsessed with George. She’s obsessed with power, control, and winning, she sees this as a solution. And she’s already planted herself back in your life, trying to stake her claim in Jewel’s world.”

« 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,

“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.”

"But Rose... she was so obsessed with David. Rose ended up being the third person interfering with us, despite our best efforts to shield her from harm. ***