The Prince Of Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

Abbas asked Prince, "Who are you, young man, and what do you desire on this continent?" "Hey, don't you spit bullshit. Do you believe the Indo continent is devoid of men?" said Prince authoritatively. If you don't want any problems, simply park your demons and leave this content right away, or I will murder you and all your descendants. Oh, your statement has made me realize what kind of person you are. You are Justice Maclean, Prince of Scotland. Everyone knows you're dead, so why are you returning, or are you a ghost? I'm sorry, ghost, but I don't deal with ghosts; I deal with real people. You should go if you don't want a second-death master ghost. I check on Dr. Boating, my servant. So,

He grinned, evilly and finally claimed her lips, but only before imprinting those words of his on her existence. "And why you're His Forbidden Obsession, Princess,"

“It seems like I can’t open the newspaper these days without seeing you two staring back at me.” I shrug gently, an audience is forming around us, drawn in by the magnetic pull of watching two competing alphas. “It’s amazing isn’t it? You’d think people would have gotten bored of us by now.” You’re too clever for your own good. Dominic is saying, making it very difficult for me to focus on the Prince’s response. I need to make him pay for what he did. I need to kill him. “Well there’s no accounting for taste – especially among commoners.” The Prince is snidely remarking.

She repeated his deal to be sure that she heard him right. Mark nodded his head, his jaw slightly pushed up as pride spread on his face. “I will do whatever you want princess, as long as you come over whenever I call you,” “And I am not a whore,” She lashed out, trying so hard to play hard to get. Unfortunately for her, Mark understood that side of women like her, he has always been like a stalker, and he knows she has slept with big men to get magazine deals. His friend tells him everything.

In my personal assessment, he emanated an unpleasant aura, resembling a contemptible individual. Curiously, though, he possessed an air of regality, akin to that of a prince. His golden locks intertwined with his piercing blue eyes, complemented by attire befitting nobility. If a crown adorned his head, I would readily assume his royal lineage. "They must be deaf, Black. Look at them; they are merely gawking at us," the "jerky prince" remarked with a smirk, addressing the leader with a handsomeness that concealed his true nature. Undoubtedly, he embodied the essence of a repugnant individual.

And I was thinking about how bad I needed to provide the best of everything for Estelle. I wasn't thinking of any of that. I was, however, thinking of him. The brooding, sexy stranger. Thinking about had my face aching from how big my smile was and we merely exchanged more than three sentences. He was consuming my every waking thoughts. Fuck, he was even consuming my dreams, and I knew I was getting delusional at this point. My eyes scanned the small crowd and sections in search of a man I knew wouldn't be here. A man like him didn't belong in the club scene. It was too loud for someone like him. Too crowded too. I like to think of my stranger as a confident introvert.

She hadn’t even gotten the name of the wolf who fucked her like she was nothing but a thing to be used and filled. Maia pulled her toward the bath. “We have to hide the bite. Cover the bruises. The prince must not know. If he suspects another man touched you before him—” “He’ll kill him,” Lunae whispered, her heart racing. The double doors to the throne room opened. He stood at the center—tall, regal, sharp-jawed, and commanding. Prince Zephyr. His hair was dark and slightly curled. His build was leaner, younger, but his eyes…

Odessa couldn't stop, they tasted so good, perhaps because she hadn't eaten anything all day. She was about to take another when her hand brushed past an object in the bag. Odessa paused and felt around the bag again, wondering if she was hallucinating, but no, there it was again. She managed to grab onto it and pulled it out. It was a brown paper, soaked in cookie oil. Odessa dropped the bag on her lap and unfolded the paper. The Prince is out for you tonight. He careful lest you fall prey! What in the world of magic is this?