Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

We just stepped out at the entrance and a guard appeared out of nowhere to take the keys and drive it away. Nepotism at its finest. Diana and I followed him inside like two toddlers trailing their very tall, very grumpy, very purposeful mother through a supermarket. Our first stop was Cartier. Rings. I already knew what I wanted. Nothing loud. Nothing flashy. Something simple. Something I could wear every day without it announcing itself to the entire room. I typed a lot. I worked a lot. Anything bulky would just get in the way. The staff rushed to us immediately.

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

A man like Bryan who’s not just beautiful but dangerous, he’s probably capable of ruining lives and he’s so fucking attentive. With Stalking and obsessive tendencies? Well sign me up! Because for me I found all of that ridiculously attractive and a fucking turn on. Maybe there really is something fucked up with me, or maybe am the one with the pucking Obsession but hell there’s no way am letting a man like him go. God, have always prayed for a man who studies me like he’s preparing for a fucking exam only he knows about, a man who’s head is fills with only thoughts of me.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

I couldn't get my eyes off her. She is so beautiful. I am the kind of man who does not fancy women with makeup. But, seeing Bexley in makeup tonight only arouses me. She doesn't even know what she is doing to me. I am here with the thought of her, but her attention is fully on Asaf, who is busy entertaining the guests. I am obsessed with her. That's just it. While my obsession was taking the best of me. I realise that I am also taking possession of this innocent girl.

Without wasting time, Laura instructed Catherine to take the guest to her office. As soon as Olivia entered Laura's office, she was greeted with a warm smile. "Welcome to Laura's beauty plaza." Laura was delighted to see her, knowing that Olivia was the daughter of Sinclair Amore, one of the wealthiest businessmen in the city. Laura introduced herself and welcomed Olivia to 'Laura's Beauty Plaza.' Olivia wasted no time and told Laura about her upcoming wedding and the need for a professional makeup artist. She was recommended by a friend who had witnessed Laura's professionalism. Laura was pleased to hear that and promised to make Olivia's big day special with their makeup skills.

My pleasure comes after so much pain, if not all. I can't believe Blake and Brielle are doing this to me, to them, this seems like a man having a normal obsession with me after watching me on stage. It's nothing new, men develop obsessions with me very easily, it's what I do. I've been trained to make them fall to my feet with just one glance but they couldn't be far from the truth this time. Caelum isn't obsessed with me in the least, well not in the manner they think. He doesn't want to submit to me or worship the ground I walk on, he is obsessed with the idea of hurting me.

But it was his face that made her forget to breathe. Well sculpted face, Brown hair that fell just slightly into his eyes, effortlessly perfect in that way that took either genetics or a very expensive stylist. And his eyes. God, his eyes. Gray. Not the soft gray of storm clouds, but piercing, like polished steel. They locked onto her with an intensity that felt physical. He was, objectively, breathtakingly beautiful. The thought came unbidden and Elena shoved it away. What the hell was wrong with her? This man had kidnapped her. Probably ordered the ambush. This was not the time to appreciate his bone structure.

The sky outside was jeweled with stars but carried the weight of a storm that hadn’t yet broken. Tessa sat in front of the mirror, the finishing touches of her makeup softening her features into something both radiant and dangerous. When she finally dismissed the makeup artist and leaned closer to her reflection, her breath caught. The woman staring back at her wasn’t the fractured, anxious version of herself she was used to confronting. She was luminous. Phenomenal.

After everything I’d been through, I no longer gave a shit. As we followed the waitress around the restaurant’s perimeter, Ophois placed a hand on the small of my back. “Sometimes, beauty can be a burden.” “What do you mean?” “People are so dazzled by exteriors that they fail to see what’s inside.” He rubbed his fingers over his beard, making me wonder if it was coarse or soft. “Look around you. They’re all like the woman who works for Hades. She drifted to me out of a lust for power, and she wouldn’t stop staring.”