The Prince Of Obsession Novels & Stories

And more often than not, he did just that. Theodore, the notorious "Playboy Prince." Or, to use his full and rather grandiose title, Prince Theodore Kaid, the infamous, seductive, and impossibly handsome Prince of Khoshorbhan. The boss, and though he wasn't quite from hell, he certainly seemed to originate from a place just as dark and complicated.

She felt their gaze burning into her lush, overflowing breasts and her pale thighs, which looked so tempting to be pried wide and hammered hard. "We promise to pleasure you every day and every night, Princess Snow White." "But I have a fiancé." "Who is he?" "Prince Philip of Venetian." The Titans' lustful stares made Snow White’s lips part. Her body began to heat up in a strange, trembling way.

The scent of incense, sweat, and sweet wine curled together in the dim air. When Prince Maximillian finally finished with the whore beneath him, he rose with a long exhale, wiped the sheen of sweat from his brow, and fastened the golden clasp on his princely cloak. With each breath, he shed the wildness of the act and resumed his usual expression, which was cold, composed, and polished with the arrogance of a royal prince. He was a man who believed every person, every stone, every god owed him its knees. Outside the chamber door, his sworn knight stood waiting.

A sharp, fearless sound. “That’s right,” he said. “We’re legally married. Approved. Recognized. And yes—he’s my wife.” His eyes hardened. “What are you going to do about it?” Daniels sputtered with rage, turning to the men beside him. “Can you believe this asshole? A powerful boss behaving like a child—burning with this sick agenda!” “Enough,” Elijah cut in coldly. “We’re here for business.” He scanned the room. “We’re here to bid. Gamble. Whoever pays the most walks away with the prize. Let’s begin.”

I ignored her, looking away from her hungry eyes just then I noticed a man who had been watching me since I came in. He eyes me and looks away, he mutters some words under his breath, those were words of hate and I can sense that. His attitude was rude and insulting to the royal prince - me, I took a deep breath as I resolved that I might be over reacting. Ignoring him was the best thing to do at this moment as I had a lot of things at hand. “Prince Adrian” A old man in his mid sixties called, he didn't look old as nature had blessed him with a good physique, he still looked stunning despite his age. He looked a lot more like the young girl, he must be her father.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

I laughed, although there was nothing particularly funny about the situation except that Lucien appeared to believe I would accept this ridiculous arrangement forever, where he could tell me not to touch him, watch me touch someone else, and then become personally offended when I followed his instructions with the enthusiasm of a man who had finally discovered a useful hobby. “Are you jealous, Lucien, or have we reached the stage where you intend to inspect every person who comes within touching distance of me and demand an explanation for their terrible crime against your peace of mind?” His face did not change, but his gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes, and the m

It seemed so intimate, a kind of fondness that could only mean something romantic. Unacceptable. He’s mine to break, Vegas thought, fingers curling into fists. He went up to his room, slipping the note under the door anyway. A petty reminder that things were just getting started, then he took off into the night. Seeing them together only made his obsession burn hotter. He had never lost anything important, nor had he ever felt that way before. This soft stranger would learn exactly who Vegas Clairemont was, and he would make sure Autumn belonged to him completely.

A loud glass breaking noise snapped me out of my thoughts. "You wanted your beer? Take it," The brunette said. I was shocked looking at the owner. Blood was coming out from the very recent cut made in his forehead. The girl just smacked his face with the bottle. "No one ever dares to charge the alpha princess. Next time you do this and you will be sold as ham in the local food markets in human territory," the dark guy warned the flabby stomach again. The girl walked past me slowly with a careless attitude and the guy followed. She was one of the participants of the conclave. I guessed by her Alpha princess title. Such arrogance can only be worn by the rarest of the wolves.

Times like this requires people to be cautious, especially when a killer was lurking around in the vestment of the night. The Prince smiled and removed his wet feet from the calabash. He loved the terror in their eyes. He enjoys every bit of it. He would have been surprised if the deaths hadn’t sent horror in their hearts. Let them fear, a god will soon arise from their mist. He just couldn’t wait for all this to pass away. There was a lot to be done. “Obim (my heart),” The Prince closed his eyes and heaved, taking in the lemon fragrance that danced in the free air. A soft hand rested on his shoulders and squeezed the muscles gently. He didn’t need to look to tell who it was.