Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

With just one alluring gaze she could easily sway the decisions of those who only saw her as an object of perfection. Yumena had absorbed these comments for so long that it had consumed her into an inflated pit of self-obsession and vanity. After all, her beauty was all people ever showed interest in. No one cared to know what her interests were instead she would be inquired about what lipstick shade she was wearing or where she had gotten a specific item of clothing.

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me. "...I do." No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me. "She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost." A few contestants exchange glances. "And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."

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."

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

I grab one of the photos on the table and start to appreciate them again, the photo was taken from behind while Kim was walking along the road. I remember that day perfectly, she looked totally carefree, with her hair down and listening to music with her headphones on. In the photograph you can only see her back, her long legs and her short hair, but it is more than enough to drive me crazy. She's a goddess. Everyone should realize how magnificent she is, but apparently they see her as a normal person. Anyway I prefer it that way because it will be mine and nobody else's.

They were looking at her in wow expression. Luna was loking like a fairy walking down from heaven.She was looking very beautiful . No word's could describe her beauty. Alexander was smiling like a fool by looking her . He slowly walks in front of her, Luna becomes nervous when Alexander comes near her smiling like a fool.He kisses her forehead and says " You look beautiful baby girl. Now , come less go otherwise we will be late for our wedding ". By saying that he takes her hand and leads her outside the mansion.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

After driving Bree home,I take a turn, going to a place I don't want to go to but still do. It's becoming a habit, at first my excuse was finding out who the fucker stalking her really was, because he must be watching her every time if he's that obsessed with her. But then it turned into my obsession too, I admit I was obsessed with her but now that obsession has also spread to a watching her type of obsession. She stands in front of the mirror,I can see the side of her face,she's so beautiful even with messy hair and baggy pajamas. After I'm satisfied with her not being watched,I drive away.