Wild Obsession Novels & Stories

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

Every moral fiber in my body told me to turn around, to walk back to my room and bury my head under the pillows. Peeping at my mother and her husband was a line I shouldn’t just cross; it was a cliff I was throwing myself off of. But I couldn’t help myself. The obsession had taken root months ago, on the very night of their wedding. I had accidentally stumbled upon them then, and since that first glimpse of Dave, since I laid eyes on his sheer size and the way he commanded her body, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What started as an accident had spiraled into a dark, addictive hobby. I was a ghost in the hallways, sneaking around in the dead of night just to catch a glimpse of the man who

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

It disappeared almost as soon as I noticed it. My heart skipped a beat. “John,” I whispered turning back toward the bed. He stirred and sat up. “What is it baby?” I looked back out the window but the light was gone. The beach was empty again. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks after everything we had been through. But deep down I knew better. Somewhere out there in the shadows someone was still watching. The obsession that started on that summer vacation had created ripples far beyond Victor Kane. Someone new was carrying it forward.

It was just an outlet, a temporary escape valve for the pressure that had been building inside me. My breath came in ragged gasps, harsh and loud in the sudden quiet of the room. It was the sound of a beast, of a predator, of a creature pushed to its limits. The primal instincts of the wolf were still dominant, still roaring in my ears, demanding more, always more. My hand, almost instinctively, reached for her hair. I gripped it, a handful of dark silk, pulling her head back slightly, exposing her throat, her vulnerable neck, to my gaze. It was a primal gesture, a final act of dominance, of possession. Her eyes, red rimmed and swollen, flickered open, staring up at me with a renewed wave of

Brenda's sensual voice was piercing the vampire's ears, who felt a serious excitement every time she was waxing, his heart started to beat fast and clearly his crotch responded. He grabbed her by the neck with his two hands, with a little strong pressure as if he wanted to suffocate her, he opened his mouth and began to stick his tongue in, Brenda began to suck him in an uncontrolled way, and both were giving themselves to each other with a completely unbridled passion, there was no trace of a sweet or delicate sex, both had become wild beasts.

Like a faint murmur carried on the wind, temptation whispers to them, offering glimpses of forbidden pleasures and the unknown. For Dr. Claire Holloway, the whispers are not only external but internal, a manifestation of her own suppressed longings. The story matches the title as it delves into the quiet yet persistent calls of desire that both Claire and her enigmatic client, Aiden James, must confront. Their journey is one of exploration, where the whispers of temptation lead them into uncharted territories of the psyche and the heart.

“This isn’t anything but obsessive.” “Marion,” I moaned, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Marion.” “I’m obsessed with you, Wildfire, and it’s only going to get worse.” I didn’t want it to, but his confession awakened something in me. He was obsessed. Shit, so was I. This was bad, real fucking bad.

After getting an answer from her, he returns his attention to the drink counters in front of him. He picks up the canister of whisky, at the same time moving just slightly to cover the fact that he picks up another small vial, containing a mix of wolfsbane and an aphrodisiac.