Obsession Rose Novels & Stories

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

“If you’re really mine, you’ll show me that no one else will ever have what belongs to me. You’ll show me that you crave only me.” Tears pricked her eyes. He was twisting her, cornering her into obedience. But refusing meant suspicion. Refusing meant risk. Her trembling hands moved downward, shame flooding her as his gaze followed every hesitant motion. His breathing grew harsher, his control slipping, but his eyes never left her. “That’s it…” he rasped, voice thick with obsession. “You’re beautiful when you surrender. Every sound you make—it’s mine. Every tear you shed—it’s mine.” Her quiet whimper filled the room, and Adrian’s grip on the headboard tightened as if restraining himself. He d

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

Mel POV “The smell of the blooming flowers in the spring is the perfect remedy for any aching nerves.” Nick grins, bringing a red flower to his nose. After a morning of Rio and his father arguing about me, Nick had suggested we spend the afternoon picking flowers to calm me down, since he was still on bed rest and couldn’t do much yet. “You can say that again.” I settle on the pavement along the wall. “It always hits the spot.” “I have missed this beautiful garden.” He sits next to me.

After saying that, Atlas regrettably disconnected the call. He was hiccuping as he let the hot tears pour out of his eyes, he grabbed his hair as he bent his back on the chair. Crying continuously, Atlas kept tapping his chest area to bear the pain of losing someone dear. Just then, a soft tap landed on his back, and Atlas stiffened,wondering who was behind him. He sniffed before quickly wiping his tears away and raising his head to look but was surprised to see a flower. An hibiscus flower was pointed his way and atlas smiled before looking from the flower to the holder of the flower.

The Heinrich estate was quiet, its sprawling halls unnervingly still as Odessa sat in her private study, a cigarette perched delicately between her fingers. The ash threatened to fall, but she didn’t care. Her mind was consumed by one thing: Rosella. For a week, she had watched Marcus spiral further into obsession. He wasn’t himself, agitated, distracted, and worst of all, he didn’t seem to listen to her anymore. Rosella was a poison, and Odessa knew what had to be done.

Just like other days, Laura got up in the morning to go to her plaza, but something different happened that day. When she woke up, she saw a rose flower on her nightstand. Laura's eyes lit up in surprise, wondering who left the flower there. "Who kept this here?" She thought as she picked it up. Just then Daniel walked in with breakfast in his hands, "Good morning! He said, smiling. Laura couldn't believe her eyes -- was she dreaming? She wiped her eyes over and over again and each time she opened her eyes, it was Daniel.