Show Obsession Novels & Stories

She was staring at Alexander without blinking her eyes. Alexander finishes his call and turn around. When he turn back , he sees that Luna was staring at him. By looking that he smirks and goes near Luna. He says " What are you looking ? Am I looking that sexy baby gril?". Luna shifts little back by seeing Alexander so close to her and becomes shy by thinking that she was staring him . She tries to break the eye contact by looking away from his face and replies" Wh- what? Are you kidding me . You look sexy in your dreams . And why are you wearing only a towel ? ".

Emma stood under the hot shower but nothing was relaxing her body, the embarrassment she felt made her sad, she cursed herself for being so weak. “Why everything bad happens to me God?” She complained while resting her forehead on the cold tiles, she cried sadly while remebering the way Martha insulted her and accused her. She closed her eyes painfully and just then a blow of cold air felt at her back, as she turned and saw Jacob entering the bathroom. She turned her face away from him feeling angry and embarrassed at the same time. Jacob shook his head and sighed helplessly looking at her reaction.

Damon cared not whether he was respected or not. He moved a step to meet with Amelia, but it seemed he was swimming against the ocean current. He paused for a moment, but couldn't just take his eyes off Amelia's direction. “Amelia, I want to see you in my office now”. He ordered as Amelia cared not to acknowledge his presence any longer. She lifted her face and threw an embarrassing look at Damon. Since Damon already made his command, he threw his face in another direction and couldn't see Amelia when she was using her eyes in place of a weapon.

Getting up from the couch, Lincoln's imposing aura filled the room, enclosing the space and making the room a bit colder. His dark brown eyes darkened even more "If I am to get a hold of him..." Lincoln hadn't ever felt such violent emotions as much as he did now; he sought blood. It wasn't just anger, however, it was an unhealthy jealousy and possessiveness which wrecked his entire being, making his blood boil and anger course through his veins, it made him see red. He was like a living and walking embodiment of fury, even at the moment, the only thing he could hear was the beating of his blood pumping in his ear.

sometimes i moaned her name when I use to fuck Amanda, I used to see her face in her when I was drown in alcohol. And since I have seen Sarah again I couldn't touch Amanda again, It feels like I am betraying myself. Where I am trying to run when everything is in my head, body and soul. I don't think I can look at any other woman like I used to do to Sarah and Amanda is nowhere near her. She looks so stunning today, I must say she isn't that nerd anymore. Her curves has came out more prominent and defined and I can't describe in words how much I was obsessed over that. She has hourglass figure and it always turns me on. She looks so innocent yet so sexy.

"You know I'm dangerous. That I've killed. That I'll kill again to protect what's mine. You know I'm offering you a deal that serves my interests as much as yours." "Then why would I agree?" "Because underneath all of that, you know one more thing." His hand came up, tangling in her hair. "You know that I will never let anyone hurt you again. Not Dante. Not Castello. Not anyone. You're mine now, Elena. And I protect what's mine." The possessiveness should have terrified her. Instead, it sent heat pooling low in her stomach. "This is insane," she whispered. "Yes." He leaned in, his lips a breath away from hers. "But you're considering it anyway."

He didn’t have to. Every time I saw his name light up my phone, I ran to him. And every time, it got worse. Rougher. Wilder. More addictive. I didn’t just crave the sex. I craved him—his control, his dominance, the way he made me feel like I was his to own. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. It was obsession. And it grew like fire behind closed doors. The more I tried to fight it, the deeper I sank.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

the madness for his belonging was clearly seen in his eyes, which intensified her fear because he was sounding like that deadly obsessor, who could destroy anyone or anything just to have his claim over his obsession. He could kill anyone for his obsession. Anisia looked away from him because his mere gaze felt too intimidating to her, especially when she was being so close to him. It made her get that irrational thought inside her mind like he was talking about her, but this was impossible. They both were completely strangers to each other. They both knew nothing about each other, except for their names, and it should stay like this…. right? Anisia roamed her eyes around her surroundings wh

I was already wrapped in the fire between us, tangled in desire, obsession, and danger. Then came the moment I hadn’t anticipated. He reached for my hand—not just to guide, but to claim—and I felt the electricity surge, a tether stronger than any fear. “You trust me?” he asked, voice soft, rough, dangerous. “I… I do,” I whispered, trembling. “Even though I don’t understand everything… even though it terrifies me.” “Good,” he murmured, stepping closer, lips brushing mine again, longer this time. “Because obsession isn’t about understanding. It’s about surrender. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”