Novel & Cerita Obsession With Beauty

Alpha Greggory is his father, right? "She really has gone far beyond her obsession with beauty. While I agree that I, too, am obsessed with beauty, I believe that we are from two different spectrums. I am obsessed with beauty in a way that I want to appreciate all the beautiful things around me. She, on the other hand, just wants to hog all of the beauty in the world to herself." I nodded my head. "Then why is she still coming here even after doing something like that to you?"

Thoughts of how gorgeous she looked as she smoked my cigarette, her olive skin almost shimmering under the light of the half moon, a dress that left very little to the imagination. Every single peak of her exposed thigh made me want to massacre the men around. I wanted to gouge their eyes out and delete every thought and memory they had of her. Frustration crawled its way into my chest. Obsession was a slippery slope. I was hanging precariously over the edge. Irrational thoughts made their way through mind, a bad sign indeed. I had to be at the top of my game for what is to come. I have never wanted a plan to go my way than this. It has to work.

This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

She uttered while pecking his nose bridge and then finally gazed into his silver gaze. "You made me your obsessor, Arzal. An obsessor who's in need and desires to be your obsession because… " She halted and pecked his lips. "Your obsession is more beautiful than any kind of love and that is the reason I had never asked you that whether you loved me or not, in our past," Arzal silently heard her and then saw her beaming. "Because I have understood your love could leave me broken but your obsession won't even think about leaving my broken pieces,"

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

"Yes, you said that you're obsessed with this body." "You shouldn't be shocked; you can feel the effects of that obsession in every moment we spend together. Instead of being rational and dignified as you usually are, I prefer to be an irrational, undignified man when I'm with you. Look at what we're doing on this secluded beach night? A regular picnic? No way! This is a 'picnic plus plus!'" "But I am fat! I am ugly! I am poor! I am not good enough for you! So, how? How could you be obsessed with my body?"

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.