Obsession Rose Novels & Stories

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.”

And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own missing chess piece It’s worse than fucked up. When I say I’m about to cross lines, I mean exactly that: fucking her more than once. Keeping her as my new mistress. I’ll hunt her moments. I’ll claim her nights and mornings until the world bends to the shape of her and me. The urge is new, a hunger that doesn’t ask permission. Because obsession isn’t gentle. It’s a slow, precise cruelty I’m willing to perform, again and again, until she’s branded mine in ways even I can’t name.

An endcap near the greeting cards. There wasn’t much—half-wilted roses and cheap wrapped carnations—but then he saw them: a bundle of daisies and soft pink roses, small and simple. Honest. Nothing fancy. Just… sweet. Like her. He stared at the bouquet for too long before finally grabbing it and tucking it under his arm. His next stop was the Chinese takeout spot a few doors down.

My purse which I am holding carelessly falls off and I don't notice or hear my phone ringing. I stagger backwards as the bike approaches me but then I realise it isn't only one but others surround me too. They all stop and I'm caught in their middle. I don't recognise any of the bikers but they really seemed creepy. They all get off their bikes and move closer to me, a smirk tugging at their lips. "Finally, we found a lone wolf to satisfy our urge tonight." The tall one says and I'm left speechless. My brows widen in fear as I inhale their scent. They're not wolves but rouges!

"And now I have the urge to hunt. Someone needs to get punished." A breathy chuckle escaped Calix. He shook his head as an exasperated grin tugged at his lips. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He had always known Adrian was capable of great things, but this? This was a whole new level. This was the first time he saw such obsession in his eyes and just for a mere woman.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

Hailey stood up and he stretched his palm towards her. "Hold me so you won't fall," he said. Hailey laughed softly before placing her hand on his. They both left the living room. **** DEL ROSA'S MANSION*** Alberto sat in his study room, working on his laptop. He frowned deeply when he saw Charles had gotten almost all the businessmen to invest in his company. Charles has been his greatest rival in the business world. Yes, he's also rich and he's got some influential men around him, but he feels like Charles is a great obstacle to him. More reason why he's meeting him tomorrow.

I have no self control when it comes to these things. I haven't touched the bottle in a while but I fear that my new obsession won't just cause me a hangover but it will straight and directly just burn me to death. I have about nineteen roses already in my room. I am starting to actually get what he said when I first met him. He got me something that I actually didn't have. 'What to get someone who already has everything' he got me a rose. And even though I could get any rose, flower or any plant I want I don't. Proving his point that I really don't have it.

I felt the colour looked a little off so I had it packed for further investigations. We were about to leave when Jake saw a bracelet in the sand. He picked it up and when we inspected it, we saw an inscription inside it. The inscription was written in an ancient language but at the end, there were engraved images of a howling wolf and a black moon. We brought it back with us along with the discoloured food. We were about to take a bypass into the Crimson Rose territory when we smelt blood. We all spread out and saw a woman gasping for breath.