Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

“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

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."