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Magnificent Obsession

A Dangerous Obsession

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.
Donna_Sheldon · 20.1K Views

Dragged Into Another World By The Obsessive Villain

Elara Lysander is an ordinary woman navigating the monotony of adulthood. Her way to unwind from all the stress of bills and work? Reading. And her favorite novel as of late has been The Day of Eternal Light, which has been all the rage lately. When the novel ends in a way she doesn't expect--with her favorite character and the novel's villain, Caspian Isyndor's death at the hands of the king and the female lead--Elara is saddened, to put it lightly. She finds herself haunted by a dream of Caspian, and when she goes to reread the book, she doesn't expect the words to glow. She definitely doesn't expect to open her eyes and find Caspian standing over her. She learns he has summoned her after he became aware he was living in a loop and heard her sympathetic voice among the masses of voices. He believes that with Elara's knowledge of the ending he cannot remember, he can gain what he has always wanted--his brother's head on a pike and the kingdom of Isyndor in his hands where he believes it belongs. Only after she has helped him achieve this will he send her home. As Elara is thrust into this world of magic and intrigue, she discovers Caspian is not the heartless man he presents himself to be. As they tread the uncertain path filled with dark creatures, political intrigue, and the ever-present threat of his brother's wrath, Elara must face the music: will she be able to turn the tide and give him the happy ending he deserves, or is fate a collar that cannot be removed?
SeraphineCrowe · 7K Views

Reign of Obsession

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.
Weirdo_Python · 10.5K Views

OBSESSION LET'S KILL FOR LOVE .

" why ?" Veronica asked . zacks breath hardened , his chest heaving deeply " why what ?" he asked. " why did you stop, why did you stop all of it , you stopped treating me the way you used to" Veronica replied blinking back tears . " Veronica, i thought you wanted me out of your life ?" . "Noo !". " i didn't, i don't, i never wanted you out of my life " Veronica yelled , tears rolling down her holden brown eyes . zack abruptly got on his knees , cupping her face in his large palm ." stop , stop crying, you are making me feel even worse " . " i like , i like all thise times , you stalk me, torment me , torture me, huant me, you make me suffer the the way i like it and ....you just stopped all that , you left like i wasn't worth all that anymore " . " No that's a lie, i want you, i want to destroy you". he replied chuckling dryly . His laughter rolling over in the empty room. " Veronica i want to make you mine , ruin you that you will have no where else to run to but to come back to me but.. Veronica you don't deserve such toxic love " he said his thumb wipping tears off her face . " No , that's what i want , it al i need zack , please " Veronica pleaded with him starring deep into his eyes . zack grabbed her both hands in one of his jerking her back into reality " stop this madness " . " No i Will not, I wiil yell, i wil scream zack , i want you , i have completly lost it ". zack face lit in a crocked smile bitting on his lower lip. " calm down , you need to remember that we are still in hostage " . " oh that , i kidnapped us , you never wanted to to cross path with me , so i arranged for us to be kidnapped ". " Jesus Veronica, you are crazy " zack replied flashing her a proud smile. Veronica giggled brushing her arm on his hand " I know" . " you are beautiful mama " he said brushing the strands of hair on her face aside, pulling her face closer , capturing her lips for a rough kiss . " so how do we get out of here mami ?" he asked his eyes darting around the room .
HELLAT · 851 Views

My Obsessed Billionaire Stepbrothers

By day, I’m Aurelia, endlessly tormented. by my two stepbrothers. They should be off-limits, forbidden, yet every teasing comment, every touch that lingers a little too long, is a spark that sets off flames of my unrequited crush on them. When a mysterious invitation to work at a secretive VIP club comes my way, I think it’s my chance to escape. But the club is a darker world than I imagined. Here, I don’t merely submit; I’m masked, displayed on a stage, to be used, savored, devoured by men coated in power and sin. What happens when the stepbrothers who plague my thoughts claim the woman behind the scarlet mask, ignorant that it’s me they’re touching, tasting, conquering? That is before ’He’ comes along, the club’s mysterious owner, a dark prince who knows exactly how to tie a girl up in knots—both literally and figuratively. His eyes watch me from the shadows, always hungry, always wanting more than just a stage performance. His twisted fantasies should scare me, but they only pull me closer into his all consuming darkness. But when my mask slips and my identity is almost exposed, the dark prince of the club becomes an obsessive hunter. He’s not just after my submission; he wants to unmask my soul, rip out my heart, and claim it as his own. Now, I’m caught between my stepbrothers, who know my darkest secrets, and a wicked prince whose dark desires should terrify me, but don’t. It’s a sick, twisted tale of love and possession, but one question remains: who’ll own me when the clock strikes 12?
naansiringson · 151.9K Views

Under the Demon's Onyx Shadow: Why Are Demon Lords Obsessed With Me?

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Mature Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.
KerriahVoss · 9.1K Views

The Alpha king Obsession

[WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS!!!] (PS: Read fifteen chapters at least before tossing it aside.) . Penelope Neville is a werewolf turned into an orphan by her first love and ex-husband, Damian Cedar who killed every member of her family and took her father's pack. She finds out he was plotting to kill her too, and tries to escape but is caught by her furious ex-husband who promised to make her beg for her death. She is imprisoned and sentenced to death for treason. On her execution, after all the tortures she was subjected to, her fated mate finds her after a long search and he turns out to be the Alpha king who was obsessed with her and wanted revenge for every hurt she had been subjected to. . # Except 1 "Proceed." This was finally it. My death. I felt all the air squeeze out of my lungs until I heard it - the deep, hoarse voice that sent chills down my spine. "Stop the execution," the king said with a warning edge that even a fool couldn't miss. Damian's face twisted with surprise that barely concealed his fury at the King's words. "Your Highness," he repeated, masking his irritation with a shallow bow, "This is the execution we spoke about a while ago that involved the treason." From his facial expression, I could tell he felt the need to state that. The king's gaze turned steely, cutting through Damian's attempt at justification. "Why aren't your guards backing down?" he asked, his voice dripping with authority that left murmurs in the crowd. "Or have you forgotten who commands this realm, Alpha Damian?" "Penelope Neville will be taken into my custody..." He declared. "Any attempt to go against my order or interfere will be met with swift and severe punishment worse than death." [ IN CUPIDS QUILL COMPETITION. Support book by adding to your library, voting with power stones, gifting with golden tickets, and normal gifting.]
Grace_Kylie_6044 · 281.7K Views

Don Alessandro's Obsession

MATURE CONTENT: No rape element or non-consensual sex. Rivalry, death, bloodbath, massacres; in that order - the war between the Italian Mafia and the Russian Mafia was not a smooth sailing. Alessandro Ruffo, who had just taken over from the former Don of the Italian Mafia, finds himself wedged between enemies who hunted for his blood and would do anything to have the Italian mafia empire taken away from him. Regardless, Alessandro was strong enough to take them down and is recorded as the mob boss with the most kills. However, Aless’ strength wavers when a weakness, in the form of an eighteen-year-old autistic girl, walks into his life. Swan Skylar, the younger sister of the man who ran away with his money, becomes Alessandro's newest obsession and his weakness. When his enemies figured this out, Swan's life is put in danger and Aless must do everything in his power to protect her even if it meant accepting defeat at the hands of his enemies ~ “I will–I will serve you in place of what my brother owes you.” Alessandro relaxes into his sitting stance, regarding her in a mesmerizing gaze. “How so?” His gruff tone resounded in his enormous office. “I–I can help you wash the dishes or wash your clothes or clean your shoes or—” She is interrupted by Alessandro suddenly jerking onto his feet and ambling towards her in a polished stance. “Raise your head.” Alessandro's command is calm and relaxing. When she doesn't respond, Alessandro takes her chin in his delicate fingers and tilts it up slowly until she meets his gaze. He stared dreamily at her bright, sparkling blue eyes and whispered gruffly, “What is your name, amore mio?” “Swan.” She responded softly. “Alright, Swan. How about serving me with something different? Take for instance, your body.” WARNING: The female protagonist of this novel is autistic and might display the behavior of an eight-year-old.
Tamara_Love_1658 · 490 Views
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