Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

They had both grown and evolved, learning from each other and conquering obstacles hand in hand. Emma was a stunningly beautiful young woman with bright eyes and flawless skin. However, her obsession with her appearance went beyond just natural beauty. For hours on end, she would sit in front of her vanity table, dabbing on makeup products, one by one, making sure every brushstroke was perfect.

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a

The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the curve of her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes—every detail etched itself into his heart, fueling his desire to possess her completely. He became obsessed with the sound of her laughter, the way it echoed through the depths of his soul and brought light to his darkest days. Her voice, like a siren's call, beckoned him closer, drawing him into a realm where nothing else mattered but their connection. Sebastian's obsession manifested in every action, every decision he made. He found himself constantly seeking ways to please her, to make her smile, and to feel her body pressed against his. The thought of being apart from her was unbearable, and

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

He also told her the type of lingerie he wanted on her and she always obeyed every of his instructions to the latter. She got into the bathtub and after a few minutes, got out and began to prep herself like a sacrifice that was being prepared. She got into her drawer and wasn't surprised to see that it had been fully stocked. She was very sure that they were all a size too small so that her full voluptuous tits would struggle for space and that, Vishal had said turned him on. She got out one which caught her eye and fancy and she laid it on the bed. She walked towards the dresser and began to rub different lotions and oils into her skin and hair with preciseness. She couldn't afford the pric

Not to forget her hair—those damn long wavy hair—is like a cherry on top. For a reason I cannot fathom, I have a weird obsession with women with long hair and plain skin. I sound like a hypocrite even to my own ears with more than half of my body covered in ink, but obsessions never come with a warning sign, at least not one that cautions you of your very own hypocrisy.

I pick up the pen as well as I place it in my pocket. “I've written the letter. Please remove the knife. I already did what you asked me to. Please.” Her eyes flutter weakly. She's losing too much blood and might pass out any second from the way she keeps blinking her eyes. “You did not impress me enough.” I state the fact. As she struggles and cries, the duvet that she has wrapped around her chest loosens, exposing her breasts that look so disgusting. Everything about her screams plastic surgery. Can't she just accept that she's an old hag? She looks so ugly.

She gave off that sweet scent and behaved as if she were the queen of the world. A normal man would probably be fooled by Sophie. I laughed at the thought. He would reach for her as a casual fling, have his head emptied out, then get lured in again by that sweet scent. It was easy to imagine that vicious cycle. Many of my clinic’s regular clients suffered from body dysmorphic obsession too. Some repeated cosmetic procedures over and over until they barely looked like ordinary people anymore. We simply answered their requests and listened to what they wanted. I looked at the message from Lucas.