Obsession With Beauty Novels & Stories

Heels sharp against the old wood "oor, each click a stilettoed threat, a calculated rhythm that announced her arrival like a queen entering her court. Perfume thick and sweet enough to choke on, a cloying cloud of jasmine and something darker, more predatory – a musk that spoke of secrets and hidden desires. Her presence heavy with an ownership she didn't deserve anymore, a claim she refused to relinquish. It was a weight that pressed down on him, a reminder of a past he was desperately trying to escape. She walked straight toward him, hips swaying in that practiced way – a perform-ance honed over years of commanding attention, as if she expected the room to tilt on its axis for her. Once, i

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.

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

He has my soul, I know and I myself gave it him. No matter how far I go away, my beast will find me and cage me in his arms always and forever. - Advika, The Beauty. Obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated. — Siddharth, The Beast. ******

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

She looked into his eyes and when he have her attention, he slowly wiped away the makeup that was on her face. The tears that was in the corner of her eyes had stopped. She no longer felt the need to cry. When he said, “Because to me, you are already so beautiful…” Slowly and gently as he wipe her face clean, taking his time, being careful without rushing, and then he said. “With or without makeup.”

I didn’t want to but I did as every frame was her, every angle, flawless, and every shot well calculated. “God,” she murmured, leaning forward slightly. “I look beautiful,” she committed. My hands curled into fists as my breath so heavy. “Yes,” she continued, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Every angle, every shot. It’s almost like they couldn’t get enough of me.” I swallowed hard because all I could think about was ruining that beauty and erasing that smile from her face. Breaking that confidence piece by piece until she remembered exactly who she belonged to. “You are obsessed with yourself,” I muttered silently, trying to control myself.

Or because of the hatred in her eyes? "Now she won't forget her place. She will realize that she is nothing more than a mere distraction to me" he assured himself but then again his mind went to that wallflower. She felt beautiful and right under him. Earlier it was just a lust but now after getting her this close, that feeling turned into something stronger. Kind of obsession. He wants her under him. He wants to kiss her one more time. What kind of spell did she put on him that made him go crazy over her?. Even he couldn't stop himself, that much crazy he was for her. He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

CHAPTER ELEVEN PIERCE * * 'Kai, do you know that I can't stop thinking of wanting to carve off your flesh so I can see what's beneath?' There's no emotion more powerful than obsession, and it starts so slowly that you don't even recognize the patterns, and when you do, it's already too late, you're already enthralled in the darkness and deceit of your own making. It started with a simple desire of wanting to know him, but soon, it became not nearly enough.