Obsession Women Novels & Stories

You’re going to regret it if you let those billionaires slip through your fingers! [The side character is just a bimbo. Her looks are the only thing she has going for her. She thinks she’s making a killing, but the three guys are the main characters. They are worth way more. Just wait until she realizes what she lost!] [Can’t wait for our baby girl to bag all three of them and come back to humiliate the side character.] Cassie stared at the virtual screen with a deluded smile as if the fantasy was within reach.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

I ask hesitantly. "Nope," she shakes her head. "I used to get extremely jealous, but that's not how I am anymore," she tilts her head at me. "Do you get jealous when your men speak with other women?" "Yes," I nod. "And I hate it because it really doesn't feel pleasant. I feel like a crazy obsessed girl." She laughs. "Oh, sweet child. Do you want to be obsessed?" She looks around then leans in closer to me. "I was so obsessed with my men and every little thing they did that I once put tracking devices in their cars."

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.

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.

The moment that was so surreal, so impossible to occur in her thoughts was now happening as the door opened and he entered inside, leaving her shaken to the core. Was she going to get ruined again? Would she have the repeat of that night again? She now understood; That one night stand was the start of his obsession with her.

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.

My libido frosts over when I see who’s with him. On either side are two gorgeous girls with varied shades of blonde hair. They’re everything I’m not: tall, skinny, beautiful. My throat tightens at the perfection of them, and for a second I want to run out of here, but I hold steady. I’ve had three months to prepare, and I’m tough. I CAN DO THIS. Yeah, but you can’t compete with that, a mean voice whispers in my head.

I asked in a whisper. “It's so obvious, only a blind woman like you wouldn't notice. It shows in the way he looks at you Kim and you also look at him like that when you think no one is looking at you.” Had she somehow noticed my feelings for Isaac? For heaven's sake, if she found out on her own, others may have noticed as well.