his perfect obsession

Nicole Santoro is a harmless and delicate woman, which is why her ex-boyfriend was a scoundrel with her, cheating on her in the worst ways, but now she has turned things around and become an incredible woman and an exemplary secretary for one of the richest companies in the country. But no one was prepared for the tense dynamic that developed between her and her boss, Valentin Salvatore. Their relationship was marked by heated debates and a constant power play. Nicole never hesitated to challenge Valentin's impulsive decisions, while he saw her as an enigma that needed to be deciphered. When the fateful night arrived, the tension between them took an unexpected turn. That momentary weakness revealed an undeniable chemistry. They both knew that this union was far from conventional. The rules of the game had changed, and now they were forced to confront not only their insecurities but also the growing emotional connection that was slowly emerging between them. The question hanging in the air was: could they turn this fire and arrogance into true love?

"Say you are mine, Aphrodite," he growled; his voice low and hoarse. His eyes were dark with anger and full of obsession. "No, you can't just tell me what to do. You have to ask me to be your girlfriend first. You can't just declare that you own me," I said, my voice rising. I watched as his eyes darkened to a stormy black, and he advanced on me like a predator cornering its prey. I stumbled backwards until my feet hit the edge of the bed, and I sat down hard. He loomed over me, his eyes burning with something I couldn't name. He gave a slow, satisfied smirk, seeing that I had nowhere to run to. "You've been mine since the first moment I laid eyes on you. Every part of you belongs to me, your body, your soul, your heart. I don't need to fuck you senseless to make you understand that, princess, or do I?” He bent down until his face was level with mine, his eyes boring into me. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks at his words, and the intensity of his gaze. Aphrodite parents gave her up for adoption immediately after she was born. She struggled to make ends meet, but finally managed to get a job at a company. One night after a long and tiring day at work, she and her friends went to a recently opened club. There, someone drugged her, and the drugs took effect. She had sex with the last person she would have expected. Tired of being used for his money by the women he has been dating, he decided he was done with dating. Thorne Rocco went to check on his new investment, a nightclub he had recently opened

Diane Mary luke is an ambitious and career driven woman in her twenties. She believes her life was perfect and smooth sailing until she caught her boyfriend cheating. . . . . . "How dare you?!" Diane's voice thickened as she felt tears stung her eyes as she stared at the person that was her whole world in the arms of another.

Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. ___ He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time.

After dying in prison from experimentation, I had gone back in time 2 years before my death. My faith in the Imperial Family, my affection for my own family, they can all go to hell! For that goal, I seek the second prince of this Empire, Azazel von Elysian for cooperation. "I will help you become the Emperor. In return, make me your Empress. I want everyone to be at my feet." With this agreement, we were bound by a bond where we would crush the Empire to create anew. I will make him the perfect Tyrant. - "Verena, tell me what you desire. I'll give it to you with all my heart." He whispered softly to my ear while holding me from behind, as if to lock me in his embrace forever. "Why are you asking me when we have already reached our goals?" He tighten his embrace, burying his head onto my shoulder. "... Please forget I asked." As time passes, he has developed a strong attachment to me, bordering on obsession. "Please don't abandon me... If you do, I'll kill myself." My eyes went wide, shiver ran down my spine as I unconsciously stepped back because of his threat. That Tyrant Emperor that I created is kneeling on the floor in front of me, the one who has used him. As if he's child who would be abandoned by his parents. I thought he would hate me at the least, but he turned into a crazy, obsessive tyrant that followed my wishes. He wouldn't let me escape his golden cage that he created for me. "If you're going to hell, Verena, bring me along with you." - Warning : The story contains adult content such as violence, consumption of heavy drinks, illegal drugs, blood and murder. Readers who are uncomfortable with the content, it's recommended not to read.

Clara Timothy is a prostitute who is forced to work in prostitution to pay for the treatment of her younger brother, Anthony. One night, she meets Lucas Mark Axton—a ruthless mafia who likes BDSM in sexual relationships. She doesn’t know what happened, but since that night, Lucas has always been looking for her—trying hard to get her. Clara only accepts clients once. She doesn’t want to have sex with the same man a second time. However, due to Lucas’s high offer, Clara accepted his offer—becoming his submissive, where she was only allowed to have sex with Lucas until their agreement expired. At first, Clara only sees their relationship as a job between the boss and slave, but more and more, she falls in love with him. And things get more complicated after Clara finds out that Lucas was the cause of the death of her parents. Her parents’ accident three years ago was caused by an assault car chasing Lucas’ mafia network. So what will Clara do? Will she still choose to continue her life as if nothing happened? Can she save Anthony when she is drowning in her problems? *** “How much money do you need?” Lucas asked while stroking Clara’s naked back who was sleeping beside him. Clara didn’t answer, but Lucas was sure she was listening. “Just stay here tonight and I’ll give you my debit card. You may take as much as you want.” Lucas continued to rub Clara’s back— starting to move lower and lower until he touched her lower abdomen. “Stop it,” Clara muttered under her breath. Lucas raised his eyebrow. Here they go again. “I’ll go home. Call me if you need me. My price is still the same.” She said as she left.

Warning : mature sexual contents, read at your own risk. "Where are you going? " his deep morning voice rumbled. There goes my plan for a quiet escape. My throat clogged up tight, I couldn't face him... I didn't want to Those intense orbs made me squirm internally, my state of undress not helping the situation. I swallowed hard and met his gaze squarely. "last night was a ..mistake ..a lustful fling .... It's over, you should leave " I said tonelessly, my face void of any of the emotions I felt inside. How he moved so swiftly I didn't know, but next I was pressed against his naked hard chest. "Is that what you think? " I didn't want to look into his gaze, but his voice compelled me to. "That's exactly what it is " I repeated. I followed the trail of his gaze down to his belt which lay carelessly the floor. The one he had used on me , in many ways so dirty and sinful. The corners of his lips twitched in a smirk that made my heart leaped at a furious pace. "You are so wrong about that, i'll fucking show you just how much! " he growled, grabbing a fist of my air, he feasted on my lips. It was supposed to be just one night, I was supposed to leave before he awoke. So how did one passionate night lead to such a consuming obsession that threatened to scorch me and scald me until there was nothing left. Find out in the story of Mel and Sebastian (this is a sequel to the bully's obsession) I recommend you read book one before this for better understanding.

"Why do I have to be so lucky?" The stranger smirked, moving closer to Eve. Eve bit her bottom lip, breathing hard as she heard his deep and unmistakably sexy voice for the first time. He was not doing anything to her yet, but the mere sound of his voice and his brown eyes slowly traveling down to her body made her burn with desire. Suddenly, she realized she should have done something during those years of being alone because, at this point, she was like a walking volcano at its highest alert level, ready to erupt. "I..." She forgot her name, even her purpose of being there. Maybe that was because she had forgotten herself and put others first, thinking it would mean a happy life. She was a single mother and hoarded problems like they were collections. Her problems grew faster than her children. When the stranger crushed her mouth with his soft lips, she kissed him back. Eve thought of becoming selfish, wishing him to fill that emptiness in her life, even for a while. She was already unhappy. What else could go wrong?

Marcello believed his life is perfect, he got a perfect job, a perfect wife, perfect house. What more could he ask for? Marc knew he had gotten everything good in life, Little did he know this was just the beginning of his mystery, an exodus of his his life shattering into tiny pieces. His only mistake was that he had come home early, too early.

“Please don’t do this, I don’t want to marry you,” pleaded the girl, “You don’t have a choice but to obey me, my flower,” announced Sebastian. “But you are......... Sebastian D’Angelo, a billionaire who’s obsessed with petal, His friend’s daughter. He became a sicko chasing after a forbidden desire and swore to protect her when no one else can. A selfish man hellbent on ruining everyone’s lives over a teenage girl. Protecting her from the evil eyes, he didn’t realize when lines blurred—and the blurrier the line, the easier it is to cross. Now nothing can stop him from keeping his Petal safe by his side forever.