You Are My Obsession Novels & Stories

"Now that's out of the way, we should get going. I have a date to get to. I couldn't care less. "And so? what's my business with your date?" "You're with the keys. Do I need to remind you everything? she mocked, walking away. This woman was like an addiction, you could never get enough. Everything was beginning to seem fun. All I needed was to gain just a little trust right? how hard could it possibly be. ***************** your likes and reviews mean so much to me, so do it. thanks you so much for coming this far

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

“Because I’m obsessed with you, Ocean. Every part of you. Every thought you have, every touch, every moment of fear or desire — I claim it all. And I will never let anyone take it from me. Not Vanessa. Not Adrian. Not anyone.” She reached for my hand, fingers curling around mine. “I… I don’t ever want to leave you.” “You won’t,” I murmured, leaning down to press my lips to hers. The kiss was feral, possessive, claiming every inch of her. “You’re mine. Always. And I’ll make sure the world remembers that.” By the time we reached the penthouse, my obsession had only deepened. Every glance, every whisper, every brush of her skin reminded me of what I couldn’t risk losing. I needed her, wanted he

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

he snarled, “you are mine. Why are you not understanding this? YOU ARE MINE!! Think before screaming at me.” Tears spilled freely down Petal’s cheeks now as his hold tightened, her lips puckering involuntarily from the pressure and pain. The room felt suffocating, each second stretching endlessly as Sebastian’s obsession consumed him. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper yet thunderous in its intensity, “Why don’t you fucking understand? You don’t have a choice anymore. You have become my obsession, Petal. That obsession doesn’t allow letting go. Your fate is sealed with mine. You are mine, damn it!” He slammed his palm on the wall beside her, the impact reverberating through the small room.

Goosebumps appeared on my skin making me gulping down as I saw him staring at me with something dangerous in his eyes. "Feel whatever you want for me, but fit one thing in your little mind, you are bound to me forever." He was not saying this but declaring that he will never leave me. “He is obsessed with you” Rania’s voice screamed from the back of my head making me tremble. I looked deeply into his eyes to clear this doubt, but I shuddered furiously when it became more intense. This was really an obsession. ‘He was obsessed with me’ realisation dawned upon me but my stupid tongue slipped before I could stop it "Forever is an illusion"

“Everything that’ll ruin me.” I smile against his mouth. “Then let’s get ruined together.” His control shatters. His mouth slams back to mine, raw and unfiltered, and I melt into him, knowing this isn’t just about lust anymore. This is obsession. Need. A slow descent into madness with no one left to save us. And God help me, I never wanted saving in the first place. To Be Continued...

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his

Manik warned in his threatening tone which made harshad laugh loudly . "Manik i am so obsessed with her heavenly beauty and want her with me. I also come to know that you love her so it's gonna be very interesting to see how you're gonna save her from harshad." Harshad laughed, ashok was looking at them confusingly because their voice was not audible to him.

“Now start talking. Every detail. Start with the beach house and end with the part where he rearranged your organs.” My cheeks burned. “Dawn!” “What? I support women. Now spill.” I sighed, twisting a loose curl. “It was… intense. And sweet. And confusing. And I felt…” “Safe?” she finished softly. I swallowed. “Yeah.” There was a pause before she spoke again. “So, Noah Frost. Billionaire. Gorgeous. Gives you earth-shattering orgasms. The dream guy of half the city. But what about the complication?” I frowned. “What complication?”