Obsession Rose Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That reminds me, Poppy. You were with Camden for quite a while. Did he ever get you anything?” … I fell into contemplation. “Let’s see… A pressed-leaf bookmark, a book on flora he authored that retails about 29 bucks, and a rose pin he made himself.” “That’s it?” Cassie’s grin couldn’t be wider. “That’s not even a fraction of what my diamond necklace is worth. Talk about a total failure. Your study notes came to nothing.”

Her lips looked like rose petals. He wondered if they taste like rose too... He always wanted someone as his mate, his personal toy, his obsession, his drug and right now his mate was tempting him to taste her and fulfil his every filthy desire to her... He is her ruin. Her complete and utter devastation. And he will have her no matter what... She is so perfect that she needs him to hide her in his cage, in his heart, and he promises to her little kitten that he will never let her go away from his den...

"Yes, I'm fine, dear," she watched as Sebastian gestured to kiss her on the cheek as a greeting of formality. "You still look gorgeous as ever, grazioso," he whispered in her ears ending his sentence in Italian. His voice sent cold shivers down her spine as she unconsciously felt aroused and angry at the touch of his lips on her cheek.

Nayla was stupefied. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you" he smiled at her as he got close to her, standing only an inch away. "I just need your help with a little help" he lowered his face on her and his breath brush on her face.His breath was chilly cold. His appearance now vivid under the sunshine but the tall trees created shades that covered them both. His eyes and hair were both dark, purplish red. It's mixture was quite unusual and strange but very intoxicating. His lips, juicy and dark purple.

The vulnerability in his eyes caught her off guard, her fingers instinctively moving to brush the hair from his forehead. He let himself sink deeper into the moment, his breath feeling shaky and warm against her skin as he murmured in urgency, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything, Rosalia." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Possession does not matter after it's owned, infatuation does not bother after a certain period and obsession does not care after conquest. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

Rosealba stilled in both actions and breath. Her eyes held Drystan’s face his words echoing in her head and melting through her heart. Rosealba swallowed forcing some air down her throat. “Being my obsession is enough to earn you anything free and I need you to take it without questions.” Obsession? The word resounded in her head, separately. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at Drystan's confusion etched on her face. She was his obsession? As the realization struck her, the confusion on her face wore off, replaced with something different.

Axel let go of my hand, walked to the center table, and picked up the broken rose. He walked back to me, a soft smile on his face as he slipped the rose into my hair, stepping back with his hands on his hips to admire his work. “There. It’s complete now.” “What’s your obsession with roses anyway?” I asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He held my hand again, interlocking our fingers and we left the house. “They remind me of someone,” he finally answered as we walked over to his apartment. “Someone beautiful, a little dangerous, and impossible to forget.”

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.

she said and then looked around the room. Her eyes landed on the portrait, how is it that you could hate someone you have never met? Rose’s hatred towards Scarlet is something she cant even hide. You see it in her eyes, the hatred and jealousy as if she would do anything to get her out of the way. Now that I think about it she is obsessed with me. She had been so for centuries which means she could be the mole. She could be working with someone from the outside so she can get rid of her number one problem.