Obsession Rose Novels & Stories

Sophia’s POV The mansion transformed into a chaotic hub of frenetic movements and activities. A procession of florists continually entered and exited the space while they positioned refined displays of white roses and gold orchids into every available nook. Table placement disputes consumed event planners while stylists darted between rooms with designer gowns and accessory selections for the engagement party. The air buzzed with excitement the kind that should have filled me with anticipation. My existence transformed into a disjointed spectacle where I observed my life as a distant bystander amidst tumultuous disorder.

I swallowed, shaky fingers drawing on his chest. “But isn’t that obsession?” “I am obsessed with you Principessa.” He breathed out, looking so relaxed and so handsome. “But what if that obsession runs over? What if you wake up one day and you realize all the flaws that you can’t stand but had not been seeing because you were misled by your obsession?”

But he did not move an inch closer to me, he just observed me, his eyes roaming down every inch of my body. “What are you waiting for Palmer?” He teased me. I slowly leaned forwards, expecting him to meet me halfway but he just stared at me, slightly tilting his head. This was the first time we were being so close, even when we were told to kiss each other on our wedding day I subtly refused but now there was nowhere to hide. I was the one initiating the kiss. With a loud sigh I moved closer, grabbed his neck and placed my lips on his and immediately removed it. I expected to feel disgusted but my heart was racing like crazy. I enjoyed it?

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

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.

another man's arms. The days go by, and he continues to observe her through the security camera, I would like that, like when I first arrived at the company, she would make the slightest mistake, but now she does her job perfectly, she has no reason to attract his attention, He only dedicates himself to observing her through the monitor on his screen. One day he feels that he must follow her and provoke an apparently "chance" encounter, he could not bear the mere idea of ​​having her close and not being able to touch her, not being able to caress her, not being able to make her his, his obsession and his desire for her, were a feeling that with the passing of the days didn't even let him fal

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.

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

Meanwhile, both his hands stretched out to the front, giving the red roses he brought to Qeiza. Qeiza was still stunned. She didn’t think Ansel could also act that romantic regardless of the surroundings. Had his shy vein broken? This was still in the day. Even, it’s the time to have lunch break yet. Her ex-husband was really weird. Qeiza had never known that Ansel could also behave confusingly and unpredictably. Where was the previous stiffed Ansel?

Surely, my mind was cruel enough to conjure this. But when I blinked, he was no longer on the bed. He was standing in front of me. Too close. Dangerously close. His breath ghosted over my lips. Storm-grey eyes locked on mine, a fire behind them that threatened to consume us both. And in his hand—this time—he brought the rose himself. A black rose. Obsession. Devotion. Darkness and desire, tangled into one forbidden bloom. No words passed between us. None were needed. The silence said everything.