Obsessive Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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.

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“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.

I lied. I built a career—construction firm, decent money, a house big enough to feel empty. I dated. I fucked. I tried to burn Miles out of my system with strangers who looked nothing like him. None of it worked. Every time I closed my eyes, it was his face I saw—older now, sharper cheekbones, fuller lips, that same shy sweetness still clinging to the edges. I told myself distance would kill the obsession. I was wrong.

Jace is loving her spirit and her fiery nature and physique, but what's kind of limiting him is his 'billionaire fiancee' and how he and people feel, for him to go into a relationship or love his maid with his high status. READ ON TO ENJOY THIS AWESOME-FILLED ROMANTIC NOVEL. REMEMBER THAT PLAGIARISM IS BAD AND THIS BOOK BELONGS TO ME, Gift Odulesi so no one should steal my work. *** You can also join my Facebook group, Author Gift Odulesi (Gift readers) for more updates and interaction. It's to relate more with my readers and you can tell me what you need to know about my novels (updates, characters, e.t.c)

They say love is stronger than lust. But Niu believed otherwise. Love might be powerful, sure—but the pull of raw desire? That was even stronger. Still, maybe it depends on the person. When someone cheats, they know the risks. They know they’re about to hurt someone they love. But the thrill? The rush? It’s so intoxicating that it’s almost impossible to resist. Once you give in, it becomes easier to do it again… until you’re hooked. Niu had always loved Leanne—for as long as he could remember. But the night he saw Kate dancing wildly on the floor, temptation hit him so hard that he forgot about everything—his feelings for Leanne, his vows to Claire, even his marriage itself.

Out back by the over"owing Dumpster, the stench of rotting gar- bage a strange aphrodisiac, or hidden in the dusty storeroom where the shadows danced like secrets. Sometimes, even in his truck, the rain drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof as he drove her wild. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling just hard enough to sting, his voice a low, guttural hum of need. She didn't know what drew them back together, again and again, like moths to a "ickering, dangerous "ame. Maybe it was that they both knew what it felt like to crave something, someone, they shouldn't. Or maybe it was the thrill of the secret, the intoxicating rush of danger that was its own kind of drug. A potent, addictive poiso

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*