Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

So long I waited with hopes to have her in my clutches and under my grasp. What I wasn’t expecting was to see her be the replica of her mother’s mind-blowing beauty, she was the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever laid on- the type of beauty that blinds one into an unhealthy obsession and how her body made my Cock jerk on the throne with the mere sight of her messy hair. I like it messy. My fingers gripped the glass of wine that I’d been sipping on and brought the wine to the rim of my lips to take yet another sip counting down to the moment she walks in.

I swallowed, shaky fingers drawing on his chest. “But isn’t that obsession?” “I am obsessed with you Principessa.” He breathed out, looking so relaxed and so handsome. “But what if that obsession runs over? What if you wake up one day and you realize all the flaws that you can’t stand but had not been seeing because you were misled by your obsession?”

It was a beautiful little girl,her hair was extremely short but yet her beauty was like no other even with her ragged clothes she was beautiful. My eyes went high and low searching for this so-called Majestic who has made me traumatized with his or her revelations. But when I saw none I began to wonder who it may be and why I was the only one coming down. “ Am I the majesty??” I asked bemused.

His long list of prestigious achievements nearly blinded me in the dark. From that day on, I channeled the same energy I had for my SATs, grinding and committing to volumes of botanical facts. I’d flex my knowledge on botanical trivia while we talked online. Of course, there were the occasional thirst-trap photos I would drop here and there. I made sure not to show my face, just giving out the vibes. Six months later, the cynical closeted romantic dropped his holy act and was eager to lock me down. Amused, I asked him in a feigned vulnerable voice, “But what if I’m ugly? What if my looks make you hurl for a week straight?”

“I don’t even need that much. I’ll be happy with just your hands. Just… touch me. That’s all.” Their words made her blood run cold. Her throat worked as she swallowed hard, fear making her knees weak. They weren’t grabbing her, not yet, but their eyes were burning into her, filled with something that made her chest tighten with dread. “You’re so beautiful,” one of them whispered, his voice dripping with desire. “Too beautiful to waste here.” Serena’s mind raced. Could she really…? If she just gave them what they wanted—if she just got it over with—maybe they’d keep their word. Maybe they’d let her slip into the night and finally be free.

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."

“Do you feel that? Like someone is out there.” He followed my gaze but the cliffs looked empty. “I do not see anything. But I feel it too. The messages have stopped for now but something is still out there. Someone is still watching.” I leaned back into him, holding his hand tightly. “We will face it when it comes. Together. No matter who it is. No matter what new shadow appears. We have survived too much to let fear win now.” John kissed me softly. “Together. Always.” As we sat there under the stars with the ocean singing its eternal song, I realized the truth. Our love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful daughter and brought our family back together. But the obsession it created