Obsession Women Novels & Stories

If there were more like me, this place would drown in the darkest shade of fifty shades of gray. And not the sexy, silk-tie, whisper-in-your-ear bullshit. I’m talking about the kind of gray where obsession wears a leash like jewelry. Where I clip a collar around your throat and march you through town on my lead, every eye watching as you learn who owns you. Where every mistake is met with leather across your skin until you understand what obedience really means. But with the lady's consent of course. That’s the world they’d get with “more men like me.”

And in her presence, those desires turn dangerous, violent. Now, I understand why Jaxon paid heavily to keep her, why he will stop at nothing to get her back. I would too, if I owned a woman who stoked the fires of obsession inside me. A woman who sent a wave of possessiveness through me that borders on madness. Unfortunately, I've been mad a long time. Fully diagnosed.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

Selena added, "Do you know? When a woman is successful, 80 percent of the people will not believe she has earned it herself. They think she must have slept her way to success. "That's why they are using this method to discredit me."

She would never let me touch her like that. She was just trying to keep herself distracted and nothing else. "We should go now. Selena. It's getting too late." "Why?? I wanna dance more and want to drink more." "I will get you more drinks in the room. " "Promise??" "Yeah, I promise. " "But there won't be any fun like here." "I will make it fun I promise." "No, You won't. You are so boring. Why are you handsome and hot and Sexy when you can't be kind to me?? Why do you control me all the time?? Can't you just let me do what I want?? Just for once??"

Stay tuned for MADDEST OBSESSIONS. Love. NaYa.

West was beginning to have second thoughts if Truly,Lincoln was Gay or Not! West didn't want to disturb Lincoln,so she just sat there quietly until she felt a piercing gaze on her and she subconsciously looked at the people opposite her. Two women and three men were throwing daggers at her with their eyes. West swallowed hard and averted her gaze though she suddenly felt goosebumps on her skin. ' Why're they glaring so hard?? Do we know each other from somewhere?? '

I had to go see a gynecologist. My period was late again. I booked a specialist whose name sounded very feminine, Jessie Lloyd. Jessie seemed pretty popular. I was number 35. On the day of the appointment, I sat in the waiting area, scrolling my phone screen now and then, occasionally glancing up to check the queue. Then, I noticed something strange. Why did every woman coming out of the consultation room look so radiant, no matter her age? Jessie had to be insanely good. That was what I thought.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."