Obsessive Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I threw myself into work instead and stayed late at the publishing office every day, buried in manuscripts and emails because my desk had become my safe spot where I would read through pages until my eyes burned, hoping that the words on the papers before me could somehow push Marcus out of my head. But it never could, never worked because every time I closed my eyes, I could see him, feel his hands on my skin. I could hear his voice moaning my name. I could feel his dick pounding my ass, his hands landing with a sharp crack on my behind. And the thoughts, it caused my stomach to twist with shame and something else that I refused to name. One evening, the office was quiet because most of the

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.

“Let’s just work on the project. Romeo and Juliet, right?” He groaned. “God, not that one. Can we pick anything else? Wuthering Heights, maybe? Something where they destroy each other with passion and rage instead of poison and teenage melodrama.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re oddly poetic for a guy who looks like he doesn’t believe in love.” He leaned closer, the grin gone. “I don’t. But I believe in obsession.” Something in my stomach twisted. Dangerous. That’s what he was. All warning signs, and I was already ignoring them.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

Maybe at Shanice place. After sating her hunger, she hopped onto her bed. As a routine, she grabbed her novel from the table, parted the book to where she had left off last night, and began reading. She loved reading romance novels. The MLs in these books are so different than the real-life men. The love they show feels so pure. She wondered if she would ever get to experience that kind of love. The thought caused her feeling giddy. She wants her man to be possessive, a little bit obsessive, and hella romantic. Someone who will kiss the ground she walks on. Someone who will choose her and only her every time. She will be his first choice.

"Language, Elena. I think you need to be filled up until you can't say another goddamn word." He guided himself into her mouth, his hands gripping her head to set the pace. Elena took him greedily, her throat opening up to accommodate his thickness, while Roman continued to devour her from below. The sensory overload was total-the taste of Jax, the friction of Roman's tongue, and the overwhelming scent of aroused male musk. Roman shifted, his eyes locked on Jax. The rivalry was still there, but it had morphed into a shared, focused obsession. He positioned his cock at her pussy, the dark, swollen head of it stretching her open.

I know the romance is less because thats what I told you it's a sad story of redemption and coming out of vengeance of revenge than romance. Sinfully Yours. The story is dark romance with erotic content. It's like a faithful relation with a sinful obsession. So don't forget to give a try to my new story. You wouldn't be disappointed. I hope you enjoyed the story. Till the next Story adios.

He was now holding my hand and rubbing it gently. "Tell me do you need some help??" "No, thanks I can help myself." "I mean do you need a hand??" He chuckled and I knew why he was saying that. "Will you please stay quiet right now??" "Oh, I am quiet love." I was working and he suddenly kissed my cheeks and went out. I was not expecting that but it was good. He was being too romantic and loving and I didn't know why But I was feeling uncomfortable. Being an Indian girl. Despite so many comforts in life. I still was shy about this relationship open romance.

she muttered, her tone excited but I only gave a brief smile. None of these things excites me, nothing! Not her gift, not her packing, not the new father, just nothing. Rather I'm even sadder and overthinking how I'd cope in a new place and since Ryan refused me a second chance, the only thing that brings me joy now was the thought of clubbing this night and f*cking the men to my satisfaction. Yea that reminds me, they must be chatting me already. And tonight, I wouldn't be doing it with one at a time, but three of them in the same room with me all at once.