Romance Obsession Novels & Stories

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.”

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

A woman is grinding against her partner while staring at us. Another lady brought out her sex toy fucking herself with it while staring at me. "They can see everything," Dante growled in my ear. "See how desperate you are. How wet. How well you take my cock." He thrust harder and I cried out. "Some of them are touching themselves," he continued. "That couple over there? They're fucking now because of you. Because they watched you bent over this bar, moaning like a whore." Holy crap. "And him?" Dante nodded toward a man standing a few feet away, stroking himself through his pants. "He wants to join in. He wants to know what you taste like or feel like."

That almost made things worse. "Then what was I?" Dante stared at her with something dark and conflicted moving behind his eyes, like he genuinely didn't know how to answer. In that moment Ariana understood something terrifying, Dante Cole hadn't made that bet because he wanted attention. He'd made it because he was obsessed. But obsession wasn't love. It was hunger, possession, and control, and Ariana had spent her whole life surviving men who wanted ownership instead of understanding. Her father, her ex, and now Dante. Never again.

🖤 Daniel’s Room (Obsession Begins) Daniel lay on his bed— shirtless, wearing only trousers. Moonlight streamed in through the balcony, falling across his body, making his already imposing presence even more intense. He closed his eyes and murmured, “I don’t know why…” “But now I want to see you…” “I want to touch you…” “You’re becoming my habit… my craving… my obsession…” “Get ready, Rose…” “To be trapped in my arms…” Somewhere between those thoughts… sleep took over him. 🌑 Sonia’s Obsession

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.

That one stung. What happened next? Did Sebastian’s mother agree or drag the topic? Did his father oppose the decision? And what will innocent Petal do to escape this forced marriage? Curious? Then dive into Sebastian’s Obsession, a tale of love, control, and rebellion. Support me and this book—your reads, votes, and comments mean the world!

“Jane is too dumb and probably not his type. He didn’t even see… do you think he saw me here?” “That’s your problem Kylie” Kate sighed. “What?” Max rushed to the library and saw Jane sitting and reading. He calmed his nerves and paced slowly to the book shelf. He grabbed a book and headed to the table. He placed the book on the table and sat quietly on the chair. “Hi” “Hi” Jane forced a smile on her face. Max opened the first page of the book and glared slowly at Jane. “Dead Affection, I guess” he decided to distract Jane.

Georgia asks angrily. I know this is my cue to leave, but my feet stay rooted to the ground. I tell myself I don't want to hear his response, but I can't stop my heart from beating fast in anticipation. “Love?” Roman says, laughing in a scornful manner that has my heart dropping to the bottom of my stomach. “Love is not a real emotion, so I do not feel it. What I feel for her transcends mere love. I'm obsessed with her, I live for her.”