The Prince's Obsession Novels & Stories

He says this with a lilting Game-of-Thrones style accent and places his hands behind his head, flexing as he preens. I snort. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” Penelope sashays over, wraps her arms around his shoulders, and kisses him. “PDA much?” I consider tossing a cinnamon bun at them, but it looks too pretty. They ignore me. My hands curl around my mug, and I stare down at the table, thinking about Noah. I let myself get sucked in by a player, and I should’ve known better. I know how guys like him operate.

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.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

he faked a bow, “because I’m only just breaking what you’re doing down for you, is that such a bad thing?” “You’re not breaking anything down, you're just being ridiculous, now let's get serious with our priority here,” I picked a document and started to read but still, I could feel Prince’s eyes on me. I flickered my eyes up to look at him. “What now?” “You’re into her, right?” “God! Prince, can you just dead this topic? I'm not.”

I say. Tialha shakes her head as Dominic scoffs. “No, Princess. Our Prince is very strong, stronger than anyone in the kingdom except possibly our King. No one moves our Prince unless he wants to be moved. He got a good dose of what a fight with a Guardian would look like today.” “The man has been chronicling the Guardians for two decades. Surely he knows this.” I say. “It’s one thing to see it done to others. It’s quite a different thing when you feel it yourself.”

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

Microphones. Reporters with hungry eyes. They were being held back by palace security, but that didn’t stop them from shouting. “Prince Richard, how is the king?” “Is it true he was poisoned?” “Will Eldenwald declare war on Belmont?” “Is Princess Cassandra involved in the king’s illness?” “Prince Arden, did you sleep with Miss Longman?” That one earned a sharp look from Richard, but he didn’t stop. He kept walking, expression flat, refusing to feed the headlines.

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.

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

but all the Prince's guards were so fond of him that they did everything they dared, in spite of the King, to make the time pass pleasantly. one day, as the Prince was walking up and down the great gallery, thinking how miserable it was to be so ugly, and to be forced to marry an equally frightful Princess, he looked up suddenly and noticed that the painted windows were particularly bright and beautiful, and for the sake of doingsomething that would change his sad thoughts he began to examine them attentively.He found that the pictures seemed to be scenes from the life of a man who appeared in every window, and the Prince, fancying that he saw in this man some resemblance to himself, began t