Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

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.

"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....

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.

, Shaurya finished his speech and saw how horrible Chase's expressions were. "Chasey, think properly. You are only infatuated by Nishu. You have to find out What exactly you feel for her. What is this feeling called? You have a very strong Obsessiveness of attraction for her. And you know that this type of strong Obsessiveness usually does not last long and makes people unable to think about anything else. You are one of those types of people", Shaurya pulled the last strings of Chase's hidden obsession. Shaurya mentally smirked and Chase instantly ran out of his cabin.

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.

She deserved to remember this moment, our first, as something she could treasure—something better than the fleeting passions of her past. My breath hitched as I stared at her, trying to convince myself this was just lust—just another fleeting craving. But every time I repeated the thought, it felt hollow. She was more than her beauty, more than the temptation she offered. She had become an obsession, a need that went deeper than the physical. “It’s just lust,” I whispered to myself, the words trembling on my lips as though I could will them into truth. “She chose this. She chose me. She has to endure it.”

The woman even laughed softly, as if Regan's words meant nothing at all. "Love? Ha ... sure I have too. Regan, I love you so much--" "Are you sure it's love? Isn't it an obsession?" Her eyes now looked bulging. The man's words just now were not wrong. But of course he didn't want to admit it. That woman is so obsessive. She always demands that her life is always perfect and according to her expectations since childhood. In fact, Regan knew that fact very clearly. She knew how crazy the woman who was still standing right in front of him could be when she was obsessive.

Or just some kind of plain, creepy obsession? _______________ ______________________