Novel & Cerita Story Love Obsession

he said, as I pushed my legs apart on his. His finger throbbed into me, causing my head to fall back and moan. I could feel his shaft in his trousers as it rose to meet my pussy. I rushed to my feet and ran upstairs, my chest burning. This wasn’t love. This was obsession. He was obsessed with me. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and called Chelsea. “Hey, girl” she answered softly. “Can I come over?” I sobbed. “Of course. What’s wrong?” she asked, but I had already ended the call.

When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice was hoarse. “You belong to me, Alyssa. Don’t ever forget it.” And as his arms caged me in again, I realized with a sinking heart that Adrian Cruz wasn’t just my husband. He was becoming my obsession too. Adrian didn’t give me time to think. His mouth claimed mine again, hungrier, more demanding. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his heat searing against my skin. “Adrian—” I gasped between kisses, my palms flat against his chest as if I could push him back. But my body betrayed me, arching closer instead, craving his touch.

A faint fog hugged the lawn like a secret. Liam wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked the stone path behind the house. “You know,” he began, “when I was younger, I used to think love was fake. A trick people used to hurt each other.” Elizabeth stayed quiet. “But then I met you,” he continued. “And I realized something.” “What?” she asked softly. “That sometimes love… is obsession dressed in prettier clothes.” He looked down at her. “And you, Elizabeth, made me obsessed.”

A stranger who had broken her trust, her whole world, and stripped her of the freedom she had so desperately tried to hold onto. Memories crashed into her like an unforgiving tide. The way he had touched her forcefully against her will, the way he had whispered words of love while caging her like a possession, the way he had looked at her with obsession rather than devotion. Every lie, every broken promise, every moment he had twisted her love into something suffocating burned through her mind like a scar she could never erase. This wasn't love. It had never been. "No..." She uttered as her lip quivered.

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.

The only one he can push. "I know I am not worthy of your love. I know I have said the word 'I love you', and I know I can't say it," he sucked in a lot of breath. "I can't say I love you because of don't know how to love. The feelings I have for you run deeper than anything you can ever imagine. You are not my love, Ixora; you are my obsession. An obsession I don't want to walk away from. I had planned to make you fall for me and then break you, but I never imagined that I would get caught in my own trap. I need you in my life, Ixora, more than anything. Back then, I kept a burning fire, which I fueled every day to represent my anger and hatred. Now, I want to start a new fire, one that wil

Lorenzo asks, his brow creased with concern as he shoots up from his seat. Unable to hold back, I pour out the whole story, my voice cracking with emotion. Cameron moves closer, his green eyes filled with sympathy. "Alice, have you considered the possibility that your feelings for Alex might actually border on... obsession?" "Obsession?" The word feels like poison on my tongue, sending a shudder through my body. "Yes," Cameron says gently, "and we are here for you to help you through it. Tears blur my vision as Cameron's words slice through me like a dagger. Obsession? How could he think that of the profound love I have for Alex? The love that once made my heart soar and the world around me

“You’re shaking.” “I’m not.” She was. “You are,” he said quietly. “Take a breath.” She hated that she was so predictable, that she couldn't even feel normal after a simple kiss and most importantly she hated that she wanted more. Was she a bad person for this? I mean Amara was lying in the hospital and here she was locking lips and enjoying it with her boyfriend. Someone brushed past them, murmuring apologies, and the spell broke. Damon stepped back, his expression smoothing out again.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.