Novel & Cerita Obsessive Romance Novels

The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers. “Queen Annelise had a phase,” Sebastian said with a snort. “I cannot believe how low the quality is in those books from the writing to the romance. She stopped reading them when she got married and had enough courage to keep them here despite knowing people would judge her.” “You’re very knowledgeable about them,” Edward laughed. “I was curious,” Sebastian admitted. “They are weirdly addictive to read. It’s a shame they don’t do a gay line of books. ” Edward pulled

He was coming closer Neil "You can't resist me. We are made for each other." But I slapped him. I really liked him but after that the way he treated me and then the way he tried to come closer and all that mean stuff. I really got scared of him. I was so sure that he wasn't the one for me. He was my Obsession but that Obsession was my regret infact was going to be the greatest regret of my life. I slapped him when he tried to touch me again and this time I slapped him really hard. He was getting on my nerves and I had already beared so much.

,, Taapur ate in silent and thought how to deal the situation of her life Mostly how to deal Cracked , Obsessive , mad ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE Taapur understood him but sometimes his Obsessiveness broke her . Taapur knew that Abhimanyu was different from other man and It was not that he didn't understand romance . It was that no one liked his version of Romance . Complete Obsessive Type . . It was simple and to the point without wrapping in any colourful envelope . It was neither a promise , nor a romantic poem and there was nothing more beautiful than words in the world and yet there were also the most vicious

Yet, people pointing out to his woman, how can someone who is obsessed to this extent possibly tolerate it? Tanvi noticed that Rudra did not come to their bedroom. So, she decided to go to him and found him in the gym room with a full sweaty body. His adrenaline is rushing so highly that his entire muscles have bulged, and his manly aura is alluring to her. By gazing at her, he stopped what he is doing and came to her lovingly. She is about to hug him when Rudra blurted out, "I am sweaty and dirty." Tanvi chuckled, "I don't care. As long as it's you, that's enough to me." She buried herself into his embrace, and a smirk left on his lips. "You sure know how to make happy." He nuzzled her and

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

The one who could burn him alive and kiss the wound better. You stuck through the silence, the pain, the almosts, and the push-pulls. And when I was on the edge of giving up, you were the reason I didn’t. So here I am. Still writing. Still pushing. Still pouring my soul into every word because you deserve that. Dark romance isn’t everyone’s thing. But if it’s yours, then you get it. You get how love can be painful and beautiful. How obsession can look like devotion. How the line between “I need you” and “I might destroy you” can be so, so thin.

She had curled up in the center of the bed, her breathing soft, unaware that he stood alone in the dark, battling demons with her name etched into their claws. He shouldn’t have touched her. Shouldn’t have tasted the one thing in his life that wasn’t broken, corrupted, or purchased with blood. But he had. And now he was hooked. The problem was, in his world, obsession came with a price. And someone was already collecting. A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he said. Luca entered, face tight. “We have a problem.” Dante turned. “Romano business?” “No. Worse.”

She wasn’t perfect. He wrapped her hair around his fist, and pulled it to one side, kissing her neck. She gasped, unable to keep the moan that escaped her lips. “You make me want to f**k you right here, right now.” He kissed down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone. She closed her eyes as her body came to life at his caress. “Jacob” “Open your eyes,” He ordered and she opened her eyes, her whole body was red like a boiled shrimp. He then trailed his finger down to her stomach and then her private part.

“I have already told you that it is a marriage by convention.” “What do you mean, that he is your lover? Not even dead! I already told you if you intend to continue with your obsessive-compulsive disorder, I'll leave right now, and the story that I'm yours, swallow it whole, please don't be so crazy!” Camille leaves Andy's office, making things clear from her point of view, for him everything was still confusing, she was right, she had a problem and she had to deal with it, she had never felt something like that for a person.