Obsession Women Novels & Stories

“But you didn’t deny it! So you did enjoy it!” “Why would I enjoy flirting with a bunch of old women?” Serenity squinted her eyes at me. “She has a young secretary or two. I know Denise, you jerk!” “Oh, the one that’s happily married with a kid and is on maternity leave? Is that the one you’re talking about, hmm, Serene?” Ah. The blood rushed to Serenity’s face upon realizing how wrong she was for suddenly getting jealous. But she can’t be blamed for it, really. It really is, and will always be unpleasant to find out your man’s been spending a whole day surrounded by women, after all.

That was when I suspected that Wolfsbane was probably added to their food. The woman breathed her last after this revelation. Luckily for us, it was only I and our Gamma who was with the woman. We decided to keep what we've learnt to ourselves since we couldn't really trust Crimson Rose pack since one of their own had betrayed the group. We called out for them and claimed we had stumbled upon the woman's body. Their Beta confirmed it and claimed she was from their pack. Her body was packed and they took it home with them. True to my suspicions, the food contained a large dose of Wolfsbane. That was probably why none of those women and girls could shift or react. They were already weak.

I say, giving up, I know that if I say anything back, she'll start talking non-stop. My mother says goodbye and we end the call, I feel silly and go to go back to my room. Allison is driving me crazy, I never thought that such a small woman could be so bold, she's pretty and I have to admit that, she's got a nice ass and nice tits, even though she's wearing a lot of clothes because it's cold I've noticed her body, at the fair I could appreciate her body and the truth is that when she gets nervous I get fucking horny, I've always liked women who are calm and more modest and I've only fucked myself up because of that, my ex-wife is the greatest example of how being too affectionate and patient

Men who thrived on power and control. Rocco stepped closer, his gaze dropping to the exposed skin where her dress had torn. “Won’t you take off your clothes and change? The others got fresh ones, why not you?” Matteo let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, you should be more comfortable.” Nico’s smirk turned into a slow, lazy grin. “You have such perfect curves, princess. Why not show them off properly?” Serena’s stomach twisted. She felt the weight of their gazes, the heat of their bodies crowding her space.

Bearable. And I was 32. Not getting any younger. My parents wanted me married. Settled. Responsible. Whatever that means. And frankly, she was the only woman who didn't exhaust me within five minutes. I was used to her presence. Three and a half years of working side by side did that. Having her around 24/7 would only make my work easier. Yes, it was selfish. I know it. But I'm not a saint. Never claimed to be one.

They were so strict. Again with this rule . It’s not like she was dying to go to his quarters . “Aren’t you a little curious as to how am I his wife “ Lilian asked them “ No we are not!. We try our best to stay out of the young master’s affairs . Beside you wouldn’t be the first lady he was brought home as his wife “ The woman spoke mockingly. Lilian could admit she was both stunned and confused but before she could find out further what other wife , they couple turned to leave .

I still sat in the corner of the room with my head hidden in my face and hands. It was Gina. She was like an idol to the maids. They all looked up to her and followed her like little soldiers doing her biding with their tiny brains. She had a special place in Alpha Draco's heart and took so much pride in the fact that she was sleeping with him. I had passed the Alpha's room a few times at night –I always worked late into the night– and I would hear Gina screaming like a disemboweled puppy as he fucked her. The noise was unnecessary but everyone worshipped her just because she was giving the Alpha a little pussy every now and then.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

“Like?” “No sex.” She said firmly. “You sure seem to be obsessed with this sex stuff.” I say jokily. “I’m not.” She whined. “You have already stated you weren’t interested in me, my darling, why bring it up again?” I ask, eyeing her. “Just making sure.” She insisted. “Yeah, sure.” I kiss her hands. For someone not interested in me, she sure wasn’t complaining. “Is that all?” “No extravagant wedding.”

She realised it today. "What the….you are sounding like you have already become obsessed with him, Jazlyn Kingston," Iris spat, annoyed which made Jazlyn frowned. "Obsession is a very thrilling term, Iris because it can be more deep and harmful than love or hate, babe," Jazlyn uttered. Kaya just silently heard her. "Obsession is capable of silently shoving you to that edge where the fine line between right and wrong, good and bad, hate and love would blur," Kaya just stored those words of Jazlyn's inside her heart.