Books About Obsessive Love Novels & Stories

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.

****** ~NEXT GENERATION BOOKS OF MISTRESS~ HIS VICIOUS LOVE – A tale of dark obsession Aadhvik Richand - Sahita “Call me fucking obsessive bastard but that’s I am for you, my sweet little love.” “Your love for me is insane and my heart is too fragile to match its intensity." HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.”

Meanwhile, Lorena was muttering to herself. "Today is their wedding day. Tonight is the night they did the first night after marriage. I have to do something to win Alberto's love again. That means I'll have to break up with them starting tonight.” "Don't let me bother them, and I only interfere with their relationship when Alberto is addicted to Professor Vega, and Alberto loves Professor Vega very much! If that's the case, it's all for nothing! I can't do anything to get his love again." She mumbled again.

Elena heard herself ask, her voice sharp. "Someone who belongs in this world," Isabelle said simply. "Someone raised in the life. Someone who understands how things work." She leaned closer to Dante, her hand covering his on the table. "Someone like me." Dante didn't pull away. Elena watched their hands together and felt her heart twist. This is what you wanted, she reminded herself viciously. You wanted to stop loving him. Well, here's your chance. Watch him with her and feel nothing. But she felt everything. And it was killing her.

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

he started. “So I noticed because it became surprising how you got along quite….fast,” Tyler cocked her brow. “Love happens,” I snorted with a sarcastic smile. “Let them speak,” My dad chirped. “People assume I fell in love because she was beautiful. They're wrong. I fell because she never feared me, never bowed to me, and never stopped fighting me. Somewhere between every argument and every stolen moment, Jordan became everything to me. At first, I couldn't stand her. Then I couldn't ignore her. Now I can't imagine a day without hearing her voice or seeing her smile. Somewhere along the way, she became the only future I want, and I have no intention of letting her go.”

Instead, it made her pulse race with an excitement she didn't fully understand. As Timothy helped her into his car, Nicole couldn't shake the feeling that she was falling into something she might never escape from. And the most terrifying part was that she wasn't sure she wanted to excape from it at all. Timothy Cole was becoming an obsession, and she was powerless to resist his pull. But what Nicole didn't know was that for Timothy, she already was an obsession-one that had started the night he'd claimed her completely, and one that he would never let go.

But here I am, unable to deny the twisted fire burning inside me, this deep, aching love that's taken root despite every rational thought screaming to let it go. I froze, staring at us in the mirror, his powerful body pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck as he reached for the lotion on the table, squeezed a dollop into his palm, and then wrapped his strong hand around my cock, holding me from behind without moving, just gripping me firm and possessive.

Out back by the over"owing Dumpster, the stench of rotting gar- bage a strange aphrodisiac, or hidden in the dusty storeroom where the shadows danced like secrets. Sometimes, even in his truck, the rain drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof as he drove her wild. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling just hard enough to sting, his voice a low, guttural hum of need. She didn't know what drew them back together, again and again, like moths to a "ickering, dangerous "ame. Maybe it was that they both knew what it felt like to crave something, someone, they shouldn't. Or maybe it was the thrill of the secret, the intoxicating rush of danger that was its own kind of drug. A potent, addictive poiso