Books About Obsession Love Novels & Stories

She went still. “With you,” I murmured, “there are no lines. No laws. No limits.” Her breath stuttered, it was subtle, but I caught it. That hesitation. That flicker of something buried too deep to name. She hated what I was saying. Hated that some twisted part of her responded to it. “You think obsession is love?” she asked, her voice tight. “No,” I answered, deadpan. “Love weakens men. Makes them cautious. Hesitant.”

“I sure have I guess I will leave you to it I know you’ve got a lot on your plate at the moment. Don’t forget it’s movie night tonight 6pm and pot luck dinner I will see you then” She turns and walks out my office and I can’t help but admire that tight plump muscular ass of hers I moan at the thought of her naked under neath me bare skin against bare skin. My wolf pipes up “you’ll regret this our mate isn’t too far away now we need her she is fated to us for a reason as Esme is fated to another. Our mate is the other half of our soul don’t play a hand in the fates it’s not meant to be you need to let her go stop being so obsessive it’s not a healthy obsession”

“Even after everything. The blood, the lies, the betrayals… I still choose you.” Matteo’s eyes darkened with something fierce and tender. “Come here.” I didn’t hesitate. I rounded the table and climbed into his lap as best I could with the restraints. His mouth found mine instantly — a deep, desperate kiss that tasted of blood and survival and forever. His tongue stroked mine with slow, claiming strokes, pouring every ounce of love and obsession into it. I moaned softly into his mouth, hands framing his face, thumbs brushing the silver scar I had come to adore.

"I'm tired of hiding what you mean to me. Tired of people thinking this is fake when it's the realest thing I've ever had." "Damien." "I love you." The words came out rough, like they'd been torn from somewhere deep inside him. "I'm in love with you, Isla. Have been for weeks. Maybe since Vegas. And I'm done pretending I'm not." The world stopped. Lucas quietly excused himself, and I barely noticed him leave. "You love me," I repeated, barely breathing. "Yes. I love you. I'm obsessed with you. I can't function without you. I think about you constantly. I want you constantly. I need you constantly." He pressed his forehead to mine. "And I don't care who knows it anymore."

In his head, I was like him — no-nonsense, efficient, emotionally economical. It would be convenient for me too. Safe. Predictable. Stable. But where did love fit into all this? He wasn't a man with time or energy for emotions. He had made that very clear. He'd even said it himself — *if we fall in love, we'll go with the flow.* *If.* As if love was some optional feature you might accidentally unlock. And realistically? He wasn't going to fall for me. Men like him didn't fall — they calculated.

“Together. Always.” As the sun began to set over the ocean, I held my family close and tried to believe that the worst was truly behind us. But deep down I knew the shadows had not disappeared completely. Someone new was still out there. Someone who knew our secrets. Someone who wanted to meet our daughter soon. Our forbidden love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful family. But the obsession it created refused to die quietly. And the next chapter was already beginning to unfold in the darkness.

It seemed like the perfect time to immerse myself in my reading. I wasn't a romantic woman so the novels that revolved around a love story seemed very boring to me. The book I was reading was suspenseful and I was very intrigued, I was so immersed in the story that I was really scared when my alarm went off. I grabbed my phone and read the reminder. It was time to study. I turned the page I was reading and put the book on my desk.

“What’s it like? Having him as your stepbrother?” Trisha’s eyes sparkled. “Yeah, he’s obsessed with you. We can all see it. You’re so fucking lucky.” Maya wrapped her arm around Bella’s waist, whispering in her ear. “Tell us what he’s like. Please. Just one tip. We all want him.” Bella’s face burned, but deep inside, her body throbbed at the truth. Dom was obsessed. And she was falling, fast. And across the room, Dom watched her with a look that promised he wasn’t done.

Thus, it will cause discomfort for one party. The reason was revealed by Dr. Borg told Bustle that, "In obsession, we take a mixed or anticipatory mix of anxiety emotions and shift them into our thinking." So that when someone is afraid of losing, then he will make sure he will not be abandoned by one way of asking for a commitment bond that is too fast in the relationship. • Love is being yourself, but obsession is doing it to get approval. According to relationship expert Marni Kinrys, love is reciprocal. Without being asked or consciously giving and receiving have the same degree in the relationship. But it's different when someone lives it just because of obsession.

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.