The Prince Of Obsession Novels & Stories

I'd grown up figuring things out as I went, alone, with nobody to show me how any of this worked. He looked at me then, mildly amused. *"Is that so?"* he said. *"My ring costs more than you want to know. You can write me a check whenever you feel like it."* My brain short-circuited. Diana choked beside me. I'd officially played myself. *"Okay,"* I mumbled, barely audible. *"I will."* I prayed he didn't hear the way my voice cracked. --- **Ethan's POV** Shopping for women's clothing was a headache.

"But if I see you with a piece of glass again, I’ll show you exactly why they call me the Butcher." I walked out, locking the door from the outside. I leaned my head against the wood, closing my eyes. My hands were shaking, not from fear but from the sheer, suffocating weight of an obsession I hadn't realized was this deep. I hadn't just bought a Prince. I had bought a wildfire. And I was starting to think I was the one who was going to get burned.

Especially now the company's finances are limping under Helen's reckless spending. But Helen moved closer, voice sharp like she was competing with someone invincible. "Ben. Raise your paddle." He looked at her. "Why? that is Audrey's fragrance." "That's the point!." Her lips curled. "Show her that she can't break you." Benjamin looked away. "At this point, I don't really care." " Yes you do," she snapped. "Everyone including the blind can see it." Across the hall, Noah Lawson, the richest person present in the room— a billionaire and an investor— lifted his paddle effortlessly.

My heart pounds as I raise my hand and knock softly. “Come in,” he calls, his voice smooth but a little strained, like honey with a hint of poison. I push the door open, and my breath catches in my throat. The room is dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners, but the sight before me is a jarring shock that steals the air from my lungs. He’s there, the Prince, powerful and commanding, but it’s not the regal image I expected. He’s fucking a maid, bent over the table, her cries mingling with the rhythm of their bodies.

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

"There is a difference. I spent a week watching you from afar, learning the rhythm of your life within a short span, waiting for the perfect moment to pluck you from your fragile little world. Now that you're here, do you honestly believe I'd waste a single second not looking at you?" The sheer, unadulterated weight of his obsession pressed down on me like a physical force. It wasn't just that he had locked me away, he wanted to breathe the same air I breathed, to dominate the very space I inhabited until there was nothing left of my identity but what he allowed me to keep. "I hate you," I breathed, tears of sheer frustration stinging the backs of my eyes. "I know," Karlo said, his voice dro

|HIS POV| Rowan Ellswick had been sitting beside her for twenty-two minutes. I knew because I had been counting from the moment the boy dropped into the library chair next to Eirlys with the specific ease of someone who had never once in his life considered that his presence might not be welcome. Sandy-haired, broad-supported, third year, family money from a dominion-adjacent trading network his father had built through connections my intelligence archive had already mapped to four different noble houses. Charming in the uncomplicated way of people who had been told they were charming often enough that it had become structural rather than performed.

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

A golden scabbard with no rust nor scratch, all pristine and perfect. "Fuck, yeah. Finally found this bastard." he said laying again on the soft mattress for a little rest before he goes on his way back to the forest. The smile on his lips soon faded and was replaced by confusion as he saw a collage on the wall which was formerly obscured by the hideous tapestry. He looked at it inspecting the theme it bore and noticed a huge similarity in all of the images. They were all about the same woman, golden-haired and pretty, wearing fancy dresses or tunics or revealing armors usually in scarlet, crimson, vermillion, or any other variant colors of red. The prince seems to be obsessed with the woman

His eyes were filled of hatred when he asked the specific address. He had to do it. The old man had to pay for Richard’s injury and his blood. In the interim, the Prince sneered. He was in a luxurious room and thought that things were getting interesting. “Let’s get started. I’m eager to watch you kill your beloved Ysabelle’s grandfather and her whole family. Let’s see what happen next, I would love to see you kill Ysabelle, but it’s such a pity. A woman like Ysabelle is too perfect. Her figure and appearance... hmph, you’re also lucky to have Emmie, should I congratulate you on your luck?” The Prince had a ferocious look on his face as he said to himself.