The Prince Of Obsession Novels & Stories

Hailey stood up and he stretched his palm towards her. "Hold me so you won't fall," he said. Hailey laughed softly before placing her hand on his. They both left the living room. **** DEL ROSA'S MANSION*** Alberto sat in his study room, working on his laptop. He frowned deeply when he saw Charles had gotten almost all the businessmen to invest in his company. Charles has been his greatest rival in the business world. Yes, he's also rich and he's got some influential men around him, but he feels like Charles is a great obstacle to him. More reason why he's meeting him tomorrow.

I gritted my teeth, letting my shoulders fall as I slammed into the leather stool, the red threads only slightly clearing from my eyes when the purple-eyed man giggled, clapping his hands together like he was some virgin high schooler who had just been propositioned by her crush. Fucking hell, it had been all the same, it wasn't exactly as though I could disrespect a direct order, not when he was still the ring Chief. Prince Charles was dangerous, maybe even more than the Umbrella man. I couldn't figure him out, whatever it was behind that oblong forehead of his, I would just have to wait and find out. That didn’t mean I was going to cling glasses with him and Kumbaya through the shit. “Sit

A while later, he became still and rose up filled with bloodlust like the demon from the underworld. He attacked the guards at a speed none of them saw him move, he drained them so fast that none of them reached the door for their escape. Only their scream was heard as Oekazi and the rest of the clan stood outside waiting for what the Prince would turn to. After his hunger had been sated, the Prince came out to show his father the kind of power coursing through him. Just like his father, the first Prince was obsessed with power and was ruthless about obtaining it.

I changed the flowing shower to cold water and let it wash the hotness off my body. Moments later, I was back in the room, dressed and ready to sleep for the night. But every time I closed my eyes, she was all I could see. Every single thing kept reminding me of her. I took different positions, changed my posture countless times, but Caelia still didn’t stop running through my mind. It was like she was a leech that couldn’t be removed. There was no denying it anymore; I was fucking obsessed with her! Good or bad type of obsession? I didn’t know which one, but all I knew was that I wanted her so badly. The obsession kept growing when I tried to stay away from her. The thoughts of her just wou

I’m addicted to him. “Before my obsession pushes me into doing something I shouldn’t but I really want to, want to take a shower?” I have to wait a few seconds for what he says to register in my head, I’m too lost in thoughts of what we shouldn’t be doing that I really want him to do too. “Erm,” I mumble, licking my lips as images that are in no way PG rated slither into my head. Prince Ezra snaps a finger in front of me, amusement flickers in his eyes when I focus back on him.

The throne room of the obsidian palace echoed with wet sounds, squelch, slurp, pant. Prince Valcoz lounged atop his blackstone throne, head tilted back, lips parted in exasperated boredom. His horns glinted like knives in the dim candlelight. His hair, silver as powdered moonlight, clung damp to his throat. A low-ranking demon knelt between his legs, mouth working eagerly, throat clenching with each desperate attempt to appease his master. But it wasn’t enough.

I just want to be sick. "The prince went all out to make you shine like a diamond tonight. I must say that when I first saw you all those years ago, I lusted for you then, but this takes that lust to a whole new level…" I'm going to be sick now. "But you won't have to worry, my sweet. I don't have any intention of letting that lusty prince have you. He needs to get his own whore instead of trying to take mine." He stood before me, looking down his big nose at me as I stared at the wall behind him. I don't belong to either of you! Lewis was rough-shaven with a few missing teeth. He had short black hair and cold black eyes. He was muscular with a square jaw and looked cruel. Even though I look

I was awoken from my deep thoughts when I heard Princess Abigail’s voice spoke beside me. “O—Of course, Your Majesty,” I lied. I even smiled so that she wouldn't think I wasn't telling the truth, but it seemed like my face wasn't made for lying. She chuckled at my forced smile. “You're so cute when you're lying, Migumi. It’s not everyday I see someone who can't lie but is lying. I’m starting to see why my brother is obsessed with you,” she joked. My cheeks heated at what she said. I’m not sure how to react with that. Is the word “obsessed” really the right term to describe the royal prince’s fascination with me?

Even, Ansel adored his own handsomeness while he was mirroring. “Her eyes must be completely troubled!” Ansel prattled. “How can she not be interested in my good-looking face at all?” Ansel turned around in front of the mirror. His posture was also perfect with about six feet in height. He was no less when compared to the models that usually waddled on a catwalk. “Ae Ri,” murmured Ansel. “She’s an attractive woman, different from others! Just look! I’ll have to conquer her.”

She cried. However, Yang Tian-Xu wanted her. He wants her now. He forced her hands down, untied his tie. Yang Tian-XU used it to tie her hands down. She struggles as she tries to break free. But how could he let her go? He pinned her down beneath him. He kissed her lips, and fondles her breast, then slowly reaching into her surfaces. Yang Tian-Xu messed up her clothing and exposed her smooth, soft skins. Wang Yi-An could only struggle, but she could never break free from his imprisonment. She cries for him to stop, but he ignores it. He could not control his body. His obsession with her had reached to this point. He could no longer stop himself.