Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

Jayden whispered with a deadly smirk in his lips. "Obsession is intoxicating. It seems sweet at first but you won't even realize when it slowly will take over your life. " Kindly Do Vote and give reviews! Chapter will be updated soon.

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

And that attraction was lethal making him want her more and more each and every time when she would come infront him. For some odd reason, that girl was becoming an unhealthy obsession for him.

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

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

Her pink lipstick perfectly sticking to her lips and a tint of blush at her already rosy cheeks. They get a sudden urge to cage her with them so that no one will be able to see her beauty and innocence which belongs only to them. They never felt this kind of obsessiveness towards something or someone so it was something new for them but whatever it was the didn't care and all they cared about was her being with them no matter what or they will burn the hell down on earth.

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.

I slowly open the door; I first see her friend, then her. She hasn't slept on the bed; I look at her, she is beautiful. I look at her body, her hair, she has very long blonde hair, her face is fine. It’s very late, but I can’t find sleep; I look at her big breasts, I want to lap them, to suck them, with her flat stomach. My gaze descends to the triangle of her pubis; I want to find it, to put my hand on her sex, to touch and caress it; it must be so soft. What’s happening to me? Why this obsession? I need to go to bed; we can’t continue like this. Starting tomorrow, I need to resolve this; she must belong to me.

"Oh… yeah, I don't like it." "Why?" "It looks like puke or something gross." I said the same thing to her. "No, it doesn't." She puckered her forehead, "it's beautiful, expensive and would definitely suit me. I'm going to be the talk of the Town if I wear it. "Talk of the town? Is that really what you care about?" "Yes, of course. What should I care about then?" She looked at me in befuddlement like I was the one saying weird things.

Joey felt like a wave of gorgeousness had unexpectedly hit her, and she subconsciously gulped. She couldn't deny that Zachary was undeniably handsome, coupled with a decent physique. Despite her occasional self-complaints, firsthand experience had shown her that, in certain aspects, he wasn't just good-looking; he was exceptionally attractive. Their encounters were infrequent, but once a month was sufficient for her to reminisce. Zachary was affluent and attractive. It was understandable why Julia was so eager to have him for herself. Joey tried to maintain a clear mind as she took a fresh set of clothes from the closet for a shower. Moving briskly, she remained unaware that Zachary subtly l