Novel & Cerita Books About Obsession Love

BLURB "They should have never been two of us." Gabriella. "One of us has to die." Gabrielle. Fame, power and money were the only things Gabrielle craved not until she suddenly starts to obsess over her twin sister's love interest and decides that there can only be one Gaby Johansson alive and that person had to be her. Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it.

While the story ends with Feng Xiu and her male lead's happy ever after. This is also one of the reasons why Feng Yan is so frustrated by the book: the male lead only shows up at the very end! The beginning of the book was filled with numerous second male leads embarking on ambiguous sex relationships with the female lead. And no one thought there was anything improper about her smutty behavior?! Anyways, it's an online novel so there isn't a shred of logic or whatsoever. Recalling those dark and depressing memories of the original owner, Feng Yan felt for the first time that she willingly ate shit; and couldn't help but grieve in her heart.

Will I continue to pine for her pussy? I plan to see Jade tonight and try to have a good time. I desperately need to let Tonya go, but the thought of another man touching her drives me insane. All I wanted to do last night was fuck her until I knew she would be too sore to even think about another cock. What the hell is wrong with me? I am not going to think about her or text her for at least a week. After that, I will see how I feel about her. Is this love or obsession or lust or something else? I do not know how I feel.

"You shouldn't say things like that Heaven, you sound obsessed with me." "What if I am obsessed with you? I couldn't bare it to lose you." I add, trying to ignore the pain of what it would feel like to actually lose him. "Heaven." I hear him sigh. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. Love and obsession aren't the same thing." "They can be." "Oh Heaven, what am I going to do with you?" "You can love me the same way I love you." "Yeah, and what kind of love is that?" He asks.

Being close to him was intoxicating and dangerous; it made me forget my own arguments, made me want to believe his twisted version of reality. “Ten years,” I repeated, walking over to the sofa and sitting down, keeping my posture straight and proud. “You were a man, Kiel. I was a child. That isn't love. That is obsession. And obsession is never healthy. It breaks things. It breaks people.” He didn't follow immediately. He stood there, watching me with that hungry, unwavering gaze, his hands stuffed casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers. He looked relaxed, completely in control, like a king in his court.

"These memories will be painful to take in, but you need to relax and patiently go along with it. In that way, things like what you witnessed today or yesterday will eventually help you get your memories back." "I guess, I should do that." She sighed. "Is there such a person that has a great obsession with a certain thing, that could lead to killing or harming other people even at a young age?" "That's not impossible." Sandra fixed her glasses. "It's because of the background, and how the people around her act that could stir inside someone's head to do something extreme. An obsession? It started with the lack of love that the person receives. Then, when one shows love, the obsessive person

I held back the tears that clogged my eyes. He smiled. “Our love is a cycle of violence and desire. It is not a pure type of love.” His tone was even, his voice composed. “Seriously?” I asked. “Yes. Love is a beautiful thing however, I don't believe in it anymore. Talking of obsession… It's damn real. I can love you today then tomorrow, I may stop loving you but my obsession for you can never come to an end. Obsession is more powerful than… Love.” He spoke with a calm, measured tone while he stared into my eyes.

His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.