The Prince's Obsession Novels & Stories

I grinned. Even if the Prince doesn't pay attention to me, at least I'm not late, and he's in a good mood. I jumped in the car and drove after him. Mr. Osiris will not come because the king needs him for an important appointment. During our trip, I noticed something odd about the Prince: he appeared to be excited about going to Borstals. Well, it's a good thing he doesn't look scary; aside from Prince Emmanuel's return, I'm wondering what else could be making him happy.

“Because if you’re gonna spend the whole night spacing out like you’ve been doing all week-” “I said I’m good.” He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue. What I don’t say is that I need to go. If someone has been watching me this closely-tracking my movements, sending those messages-then there’s a good chance he’ll be there too. Cause if there’s one thing I know for sure about him, it’s that he isn’t a scholarship student. He’s most likely an Elite. The kind who grew up with too much money, too much boredom, and a taste for mind games.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

“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

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

THE KING'S DARK OBSESSION What is it like when a bored yet malicious soul finds something new to feed on? Catastrophic. A powerful one could have the vision of conquering something. It could either be a kingdom to rule on. A thing to add to their possessions. Or a person to prey on. A single blow against them either had them rattling down on the floor or prowling for their enemies with intensity and madness that was never seen in them before. Is it the pride that was hurt?

It was no doubt the Lycan Prince. I could pick the air of royalty and that pride of being above everyone else from him. The Prince who sat beside the principal seemed agitated and worried. I was puzzled. Why was he taking so much interest in the video? Why was he so concerned with what was going on? To anyone, this was regular high school tomfoolery. I smirked and chuckled to myself. It seemed that my little princess had gone ahead and worked her charm on another man again. She was definitely less of a princess and more of a slut.

, he answered, facing down. What? How was that possible? Besides his behavior in the last two days, he had not behaved like a crown of anything. The huge guy next to her seemed very tense so it must be true. He was the dreaded crown prince. " If you're the prince then what do you want from me? Do you know how many women are obsessed with you?" she asked, gaping at him. He gave her a warning look, tightening his jaw as if to control himself and she realised her mistake. She had once again crossed those lines.

"There is a difference. I spent a week watching you from afar, learning the rhythm of your life within a short span, waiting for the perfect moment to pluck you from your fragile little world. Now that you're here, do you honestly believe I'd waste a single second not looking at you?" The sheer, unadulterated weight of his obsession pressed down on me like a physical force. It wasn't just that he had locked me away, he wanted to breathe the same air I breathed, to dominate the very space I inhabited until there was nothing left of my identity but what he allowed me to keep. "I hate you," I breathed, tears of sheer frustration stinging the backs of my eyes. "I know," Karlo said, his voice dro

"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.