Obsessive Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Her breathing started to stop. Then he released her. "You'll be confined to your room from now on," he said. "Ok" Her lips were trembling. He leaned on her neck, took a deep breath and began to take off her scent. Her scent was driving him crazy. He became intoxicated. It was the scent of his blood that was pressing his mouth. He put his hand over his mouth and barely backed away. "Go from here…Go" he roared helplessly. "I don't want to hurt you please go" He was helpless and backed away. He was restraining himself with his hands on his mouth. This desire had never been so strong before today. This girl was very special.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

He spoke with a huge genuine smile plastered on his face. Hello my dear readers. Welcome to another book of mine. This is a dark romance novel so beware. I will not be updating this book frequently as I will be focusing more on three hearts. Thanks for understanding and I hope you liked the chapter. Don't forget to like, comment and follow my page. Till then. Adios.

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

The chill slid up my spine, while his calm presence clashed with my storm. "Did my words annoy you?" he asked in a low, rough voice, tight like a pulled string. I rolled my eyes sharply and turned my face away. I ignored him. His hand reached for my chin, turning my face back to him with terrifying calm. "Do not roll your pretty eyes at me like that, Amara." he whispered, his hot breath brushing my skin. "Mr. Dorian, why are you so obsessed with putting me on counters? I have two perfectly good feet. I can stand."

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

Dear readers, Please note that although this story has a Russian theme, it is written in English. When reading dialogue, please assume that characters are speaking in Russian, even though it appears in English. This is the book 2 in the Dark Desires Series and book one is Dark Obsessions, a MM romance. Maddest Obsseions will be out soon! I did not upload it because I'm still working with a few adjustments on the plot. Xoxo

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

It had only been a few days of noticing him, really noticing him, and already he was inside me in ways I couldn’t shake. I know what people say about obsession—that it burns fast, dangerous, unsustainable. But they don’t understand. They haven’t heard his laugh. Because once you fall in love with someone’s laugh, you don’t come back. And I don’t want to.