Obsession Women Novels & Stories

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

The pounding moved through bodies on the dance floor, through the ones at the bar, and even into the corners where people tried to keep to themselves. All eyes locked on us as we pushed through the large doors and split off to our stations. Sebastian, Antonio, and Andreas fell in step behind me as we cut toward the VIP area. A few men lounged on the well cushioned couches, and just as many women kept them company, their hands wandering over exposed skin and the hems of very revealing dresses. The men were groping them, fingers tracing too far, dresses slipping down in places. It did not bother me. Those women were playing the part. They knew these men were sleazy and rich, but they still put

"She is pretty. I am hot. She is classy, I am dirty. She is a girlfriend... I am a slut." "All men need a slut, Callum. Especially men as good as you are. They work so hard and do so much goodness in this world, every so often, they just need to vent all that stress somewhere. I am sure all the big bosses you idolize have sluts like me too. Men like you... they need to do all the sick, disgusting, hot things they could never do with their wives. Things they could not possibly do to a woman they respect. That is why women like me exist, Callum. That is the role we play. All men have these needs, and women like me can provide them," she affirmed, pausing for a moment, clasping her hands togeth

She inquired, “I see you’re jealous… what if she’s there? What if she’s the one making me happy? What if she’s the one willing to do anything just to lay beside me and watch me ram my cock deep into her cunt? You know it’s hard to say this but she’s obsessed with me and you know a thing or two about obsession. It takes a lot to help yourself out of that mindset” Jogging my hands through her hair, “You turn her obsession into torment, make her scared of you just like everyone. Are you that weak because of a lady who’s now part of your past?” Kora had her way with her choice of words.

Since all the desire was gone from me, when I've focused on only one woman that makes me obsessed. I've really gotten away from that lifestyle. But they don't know about that. I've never told anyone, I don't think it's necessary. What makes them still think I'm still doing that lifestyle is because I'm often surrounded by many women, never turn them down but I stay away when they've started asking for something. Besides, most of those women weren't ordinary women, sometimes I found that one of them was a bitch from my business enemy or from someone who bothers me a lot, they got attracted to me first, and then I used them to do something. For my own benefit, of course. Seeing how they think

“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.