The Prince Of Obsession Novels & Stories

Before he could reply, Jenkins returned and instructed me to follow him. “You’ve made a grave mistake,” Jenkins said when we were alone in the hall. “The prince has an obsession with cleanliness. Once, when a server dropped a plate of food on him, the prince lashed out and cut off his hands. I’m surprised he had the willpower to refrain from reprimanding you yet.” A question wasn’t asked, so I didn’t reply. All I could do was attempt to swallow the lump in my throat, wondering what my punishment would be as we approached the parlor, where a doctor waited with a kit sprawled out on a low-rise coffee table.

As he moved further into the room, out of the shadows, Amara’s breath caught. His face was a study in severe beauty. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a nose that was perfectly straight. His hair, dark as midnight, was swept back from a broad forehead. But it was his eyes that truly held her captive. They were the color of obsidian, deep and unreadable, yet they seemed to pierce directly through her, dissecting her fear, her defiance, her very soul. There was no warmth in them, no flicker of emotion – just a cold, calculating intelligence that sent a shiver down her spine. A barely perceptible scar, a thin white line, ran just above his left eyebrow, disappearing into his hairline, hint

“Not at all. I just told him someone who actually knows the guy in the picture would be coming soon. But what is strange is the fact that he does not even know the one in the picture is the Crown Prince of Oslake. Well, I will not blame ordinary people for having dull eyes. Even if the prince wore a pink wig, I would recognize him instantly. Do you know why?” “Why?” “Because I am praying to get fucked by him one day. I picture him in my bed all night long.” “Oh please stop. If you are such a massive fan, then why did you take money from me to set this up?” “That is because I do not mix business with pleasure, sweetheart. There he is. And one more thing,if you are going to spill blood today,

“You’ve had your mouth and cock all over me, but you always hide.” Kai’s body tensed. For a moment, something vulnerable flashed in his eyes. Then it was gone. “Because once you see everything, you’ll understand how fucked up my obsession with you really is.” He got up and walked to his closet. I followed, still naked. He opened a hidden panel at the back. Inside was a shrine. Dozens of photos of me — from college, from the club, even candid shots from before I ever met him. My stolen panties. A flash drive labeled with dates. And a small notebook filled with dark, explicit fantasies about me.

“I understand. I have one final secret. One last truth that could change everything you think you know about this family. About the entire war we have been fighting.” John’s grip on my hand tightened. “What is it Sarah? Tell us. No more games.” Sarah looked at all of us, her eyes heavy with the weight of years. “The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…”

“Not a king yet, micuța mea. There are those who do not wish to see me sit on the throne. They would do whatever it takes to defeat me. Even if it means hurting the most precious thing to me.” She frowned. “ And... what does that has got to do with me?” His eyes was pure emotion. Almost teary and staring deep into her eyes with so much intensity that practically causes her throat to dry and her heart almost stop beating. She was quite surprise to see the faint gold flecks in his light diamond blue eyes. It didn’t seem real to her because such colour eyes would only exist in movies but this man, this vampire prince seems to prove to her that everything she never thought had exist was somehow

“Yes, Asahd.” “Then I’ll give you more.” Pressing her up against the door with his body, he let his free hand slide in between their bodies and press against her mound. She moaned softly against his lips. “This is mine now, Saïda,” he kissed her deep, making her run out of air and goosebumps to cover her skin. The Prince had completely brainwashed the girl. He was addicted and obsessed with her, and he had succeeded in making her feel same about him.

"Don't speak so soon. Don't you want to hear my offer?" "And have you manipulate me into getting you out of here? No way," I respond. She looks terrible, having been beaten. Small wounds seep with what appears to be the beginning of an infection. The Princess I once knew is gone, her usual perfect appearance having diminished, her hair a mess, skin sallow and sickly. "Fine. Have it your way, Akara. As always," she grumbles, seeing no further opportunity to manipulate me. She sinks back into the shadows, having used all her energy on that one exchange.

I zoomed in the picture and took a good look at him, I didn’t have enough time to stare at him as much as I would want in the elevator and I couldn’t possible stare at him when he was sitting opposite me in the office and interviewing me, I had to get over the shock that he was Dave Williams before doing that. His black hair was shiny in the picture and I could see the intensity of what he was saying in his deep brown eyes, there was nothing warm about the man except his killer looks that would warm anybody looking at him, like it was warming me now. I didn’t fail to notice how his expensive looking suit perfected his body; really, the man’s body is made for suit. I remembered how the black

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.