Romance Obscuro Mga Nobela at Kwento

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Cosmo put her hand against his chest, as she looked at the king with a bright smile. “Don’t touch me with your filthy hand, witch!” Liam growled dangerously at her and this made Cosmo laughed, but she didn’t stop with what she was doing right now. “Why? Why should I stop? This is very entertaining, don’t you think? We can spend the rest of our life here.” But then, Cosmo made a surprise expression. “Ah, the rest of our life for both of us, can be said for eternity.” Cosmo wanted to hole herself up in this place and she didn’t want to go out of this room before she could master all the dark magic inside the book.

Lucas's father asked staring at us as I placed Gavin back in his seat. "Let's say yes," I shrugged and began sharing the sponge cake. 'I hope they sort it out!' I thought. ______________________________________ * * * What do you guys think so far? Please drop a review ❤️❤️ Do you want a sequel about Ben and Beatrice's Story? Please, you all stay tuned for the Book 2 of the Obsession series, a Sequel of 'Secret Obsession' titled:- HIS WILD OBSESSION.

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

Anthony ripped off the blindfold with urgency, and a disgusted look stamped on his face when he realized that he had chosen me. “This can’t happen,” he muttered, laughing nervously. Clara’s eyes narrowed, “The game makes no exceptions, so you must abide by the rules.” I groaned, protesting, but the laughter, teasing, and smirks around the table made it impossible to pass on this one. Begrudgingly, Anthony walked toward me, disgust pooling in my stomach with every step. Our lips met in a quick, awkward press, hardly more than a brush. His mouth was firm, teasingly aggressive, and we parted immediately, both brushing at our lips as if to erase the encounter. The room erupted in laughter, teasi

I devoured hungrily, caressing the other with my hand. I attempted to move slowly, but my little man had other ideas, and I was resisting that too. We were locked in a battle of desire. But as passion took over, I abruptly halted, trying to change the course of events. However, she swiftly seized me and clung to me, taking my hands and guiding them where she desired. It was like a waterfall, or perhaps an ocean. I can’t quite put it into words. She was unapologetically wet! Without a hint of remorse.

Today should be a happy day. A celebration, I thought, staring into the mirror. Instead, I saw only what I'd always seen—a plus-size witch being sacrificed to a loveless marriage for political gain. My fiancé Calous might be handsome and powerful, but he's also a first-class asshole who won't even pretend to be faithful. The kind of man who collects mistresses like trophies.

The eternal love, the hope and promises they talk about were not just out of reach for me, they are mythical. He leaned towards me, his eyes burning with intensity, that flooded fire in my veins and steeled my thoughts from me. "However, if you would want to leave me, I am afraid it is impossible," I could see in the depth of his dark eyes his obsession burning to consume. True love is not just loving someone in blind faith. True love is knowing someone inside out, and still wanting to love them no matter what. I have reached that, I want to love him no matter what. From his eyes, my gaze fell to his soft lips. The moonlight bathed his one side while the other side was dark as night.

His hand finds mine, intertwining fingers—a romantic anchor in the storm. We come together, bodies shuddering, souls entwined. After, curled in his arms, he kisses my forehead. "We'll figure this out. Tell them or not. But I love you—darkly, deeply." "I love you too, stepbrother. Corrupt me always."