She Is His Obsession Novels & Stories

And if to keep her as his he needs to cage her in his mansion he will. She’s only his. She’s only for his eyes. Only he can think about her, touch her, see her, and claim her. Tonight he might not know what he felt for her but he knew one thing. He has gotten obsessed with her. With her innocence. With her eyes, with her smallest things. He’s insanely and madly has gotten obsessed with that innocent lamb. Now he wasn’t sure himself if he ever let her go. ______________________________________

But this one is intense, this look is different in so many ways. I have seen this look in Justin’s eyes, I saw it twice. The night he had Ashley drug me and the night he had Rachel betray me. This is the look of pure obsession. “Do you think I am crazy?” she asked me and I looked at her. She is crazy, she is obsessed but the biggest question is with what? What is she obsessed with? Is she obsessed with Logan or obsessed with power? Maybe she just doesn’t like losing and hates that she lost.

What’s the reality? His love or his obsession with her?

The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the curve of her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes—every detail etched itself into his heart, fueling his desire to possess her completely. He became obsessed with the sound of her laughter, the way it echoed through the depths of his soul and brought light to his darkest days. Her voice, like a siren's call, beckoned him closer, drawing him into a realm where nothing else mattered but their connection. Sebastian's obsession manifested in every action, every decision he made. He found himself constantly seeking ways to please her, to make her smile, and to feel her body pressed against his. The thought of being apart from her was unbearable, and

she whispered, voice low, reverent. “And you love it,” he murmured, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. “Because it’s us. Only us. And no one, no scandal, no rival, will ever touch that.” She shivered, exhausted and sated, surrender complete. In that moment, she understood: obsession wasn’t a cage. It was a kingdom—and she and Dominic were its rulers.

Neither is obsession. What does she mean by that? And why is she doing this? Fuck, is she playing with me? I rolled onto my side, the sheets cold against my skin, but it didn’t help. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Every time I tried to calm down, her voice echoed again—calm, low, deliberate. Neither is obsession. It wasn’t just a statement. It felt like a confession. I groaned softly, dragging a pillow over my face. “God, what are you doing to me?”

she moaned, and he gave it to her. She was perfect, and he was fucking that perfection, and he didn't give a fuck about anything else but her and his dick and filling this woman with his cum.

Something inside her told her that it was more dangerous than mere nightmares. But she still did not understand. And she did not want to tell him yet. Gabriel continued watching her for several long seconds. It was obvious he was not convinced. But he did not press her. Instead, he leaned down and slowly kissed her forehead. "Don't think about anything right now." he whispered near her. "Just rest." Then after a brief pause, he added in a low voice filled with unmistakable obsession: "As for the rest... I'll handle it myself."

“And she’s not just here for the job. She’s here to prove something. I want full access to her work schedule, project teams, comms—everything she touches, I want eyes on it.” The other line fell silent.. "Mr Moretti? Are obsessed with her? " My movement froze and I blinked blankly.. No fucking way I'm obsessed with her.. I just want to take my revenge on this little birdie.. "I would rather drink rat poison and have a date with grim reaper then being obsessed with her.. " I spat harshly.. The nerve on my forehead pulsed as my teeth gritted tightly.. "Just do what I told you without asking anything further.. "

"That's insane!" "That's obsession." His thumb traced her lower lip. "I'm obsessed with you, Julia Morrison. Every thought, every moment, you're there. I can't work. Can't focus. Can't think about anything except getting you back." Julia's breath came fast, her heart hammering against her ribs. She should be terrified. Should demand he let her go. Should stick to her resolve to stay away. But God help her, his words were intoxicating. "This isn't healthy," she whispered.