Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

Yes I call it obsession because I have never want someone the way I wanted him. I check out his plump pink lips that are lined in a cute pout, his sharp jaw line and straight nose that has some freckles spreading all over it. I never see freckles as something that I find attractive but there’s something about those tiny freckles that covers his nose and spread down a bit to his cheek bone. They are just too beautiful and compliment his almost pale skin. He’s just too perfect and deep down in my mind I know that he’s too pure for a fucked up person like me. But wait….. I have the right to be greedy. I want him and I will make him mine. No, he’s mine already.

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

So he excused his lack of sleep. But what happened today when he went to the garden? He could not concentrate, he trampled on the flowers on the ground. He destroyed so-many flowers in his absent-mindedness. The scent of the woman, her beautiful face, would not allow him to concentrate. He had asked himself if she was, she the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; he had hesitated before answering ‘yes’ maybe that is why he is so obsessed with her. It is often said that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but no matter how much beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, Chin Cho’s beauty was incontestable.

My libido frosts over when I see who’s with him. On either side are two gorgeous girls with varied shades of blonde hair. They’re everything I’m not: tall, skinny, beautiful. My throat tightens at the perfection of them, and for a second I want to run out of here, but I hold steady. I’ve had three months to prepare, and I’m tough. I CAN DO THIS. Yeah, but you can’t compete with that, a mean voice whispers in my head.

June was describing all these with excitement. I already heard all of these but I didn't want to ruin her good mood. After all she was just a kid. I was silent. "But some of the betas were talking about that they were exposed at south. And the emperor is looking out for them. What if they fail to make it here?" June continued again. "As if! What do you think of him? He will beat everyone's a$$," Suddenly Cathy joined the convo. She was awake as well." I heard that he's deadly handsome ! Whoever sees him male or female can't ignore his beauty."

The chill slid up my spine, while his calm presence clashed with my storm. "Did my words annoy you?" he asked in a low, rough voice, tight like a pulled string. I rolled my eyes sharply and turned my face away. I ignored him. His hand reached for my chin, turning my face back to him with terrifying calm. "Do not roll your pretty eyes at me like that, Amara." he whispered, his hot breath brushing my skin. "Mr. Dorian, why are you so obsessed with putting me on counters? I have two perfectly good feet. I can stand."

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.

OBSESSION - New Story At what point does love stop being beautiful and become something sick? She was the closest thing to a goddess that existed on Earth. Everything about her was joy and peace and happiness. Wherever she went, she found beauty: to her, city lights were the same as sunrises; a bag drifting in the wind held the same majesty as leaves in the breeze. Everything she touched was made better for it; every person she met felt honoured to have even just briefly been in her presence. She was so sweet, they said, so kind, so beautiful and so genuine, as warm as her golden-brown eyes were in the basking light of sunset.

“You must be having fun using people's weaknesses to threaten them, making them feel unsafe in their own skin “ “What are you trying to do now? You are such a weakling, people like you don't deserve to live this life” “And you think you do?” “Of course, take a good look at who you are up against” I kept quiet for a moment and took a good look at her. She was beautiful, but not to the extent she praised herself; she carried herself like a fairy and stopped to look at every mirror she passed. Her obsession with her beauty was bad. I have always admired her, her scent, lips, curves, in fact, everything about her made her likable, but all that faded in my eyes after she showed me who she truly w