Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

This is just one of the reasons why he must have her on his bed. She's just so sexy to ignore. "Were you expecting someone else?" He smirked. Hailey rolled her eyes. "What do you want?" She asked. "You" Charles simply replied. His eyes went to the pink gown she was putting on, as much as the dress looks innocent on her, he could swear that it was enough to kill a man. "I'm attracted to you" he smiled seductively. "I don't like you, I only want to f**k you. That sexy gown makes me wanna bury myself in between your thighs"

Inside the car, They both sat quietly without talking to each other. Annabel kept looking at herself in the mirror beside the car and started to imagine if she wasn't beautiful enough. She knew she was beautiful and many men had wished and are still wishing to have her but this man beside her rejected her. Didn't he see the beauty in her? Or wasn't she the kind of woman he wanted?

He is sincere and boosts my self-esteem, I followed the diet that the nutritionist suggested and every day I apply the cream to my stomach, I know that my body will not go back to what it was, but I am happy with the change, after all, I had four babies and that's not for everyone. Oliver loves me and I will continue to take care of myself whenever I can, I don't want to settle down and become a slob who doesn't even do the basics, in my opinion, no woman is forced to be preoccupied all the time, but at least the basics should be done for herself.

It doesn't even hurt much than seeing him standing undisturbed while his best friend hits me. He has always defended me before now. What changed? I guess his obsession for fame ruined all the love we've built together, perhaps, the one I've struggled to build while he does nothing but chase his top priority which is his career. "How dare you call me names!" The shameless vixen bickers, grabbing my hair in a fist. My scalp hurts and now I wince on pain. I'm not so strong but Zoey is an intimidating she-wolf — she's tall, pretty and has a nice shape.

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

Or because of the hatred in her eyes? "Now she won't forget her place. She will realize that she is nothing more than a mere distraction to me" he assured himself but then again his mind went to that wallflower. She felt beautiful and right under him. Earlier it was just a lust but now after getting her this close, that feeling turned into something stronger. Kind of obsession. He wants her under him. He wants to kiss her one more time. What kind of spell did she put on him that made him go crazy over her?. Even he couldn't stop himself, that much crazy he was for her. He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous.

Based on the disgusting way they are speaking about women as if they are commodities, no one would think that these men hold a very status in the society and people take them as their mentors as well. Christian smiled. "Who doesn't like a beautiful woman. I like to have my way with a beautiful woman and share her with other men. Her screams of misery will push me to the edge" he shared his dark desires. The other man laughed as if this is the best he heard in a while.

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.

And heaven knows that I was not a patient man. Leaning back into my chair, I sipped the liquid contentedly and roamed my eyes over every figure in the room. She was here somewhere, and if I could just find her crowd, I knew I would find her. She loved to hang around rich and affluent men. Men would be taken away by her beauty and could easily be seduced by her charms. I clenched my teeth, knowing that I had been one of them. I had drank in what I thought was beauty and glamour and got drunk by it until I became obsessed. My obsession cost me my wife and maybe children and brought me here.

He gulped before looking at her face which was buried in his neck. He has no idea but this time he felt something else. Seeing her beautiful posture. Her indescribable beauty he felt a pang of guilt in his chest. A guilt of forcing her in what she never wanted to come. But soon chuckled realizing that his obsession for her is going in a very bad way. A way from where he can't come back. He didn't want his obsession to take a turn of. A crazy obsession. He knew that he already have forced her enough but the level of his satisfaction just can't get enough of her. How much he wanted to keep her for himself but too bad he knows himself very well. He knows that this demon can't remain loyal to on