Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

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.

“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

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

He mirrored on the screen of his phone and observed every inch of his face very carefully. “I’m good-looking,” he commented, praising himself. No wonder the women adored him. Somehow he thought how troublesome The Prophet Yusuf saved himself from the seducing of women. He whose beauty was nothing compared to the charms of The Prophet Yusuf often felt embarrassed and annoyed because of the acts of the women who worships a man facial image. The only woman who was not hypnotized by his allures just Qeiza. She even didn’t hesitate to show an expression of disgust at him. What a weird! Did she have a problem with her sight?

My curious gaze lowers to his body and runs through it shamelessly, since as I see, he is doing the same with me. His arms are totally exercised, so much so that even with his shirt on, he notices how much time he spends in the gym. His shirt fits like a second skin on him and all I can think about is how big and imposing this man is. This man is a stud! I had never seen a man like him. Its beauty goes above any prototype. It's a beauty that screams DANGER. But a beauty that attracts me.

He wanted to see her blue eyes so closely. He had missed her. He so wanted to hug her badly. After almost loosing her, he vowed to never let her out of his sight. He vowed to protect her and put his life on the line for her. That's how much he loved her. He could be kind for her, he could kill for her. His love had madness in it. It had both passion and Obsession in it.

Anabel gasped involuntarily moving backwards. "Now you see? I have nothing to lose, all I want is to be the top designer of the company and once that goal is achieved we are just partners and nothing more" Anabel can better explain what obsession is but she has never seen anything like Karen. She looked like something out of this world, for a split second she felt as though Karen was dead. She had no soul within her, her eyes were so cold.