Books About Obsessive Love Novels & Stories

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

She uttered while pecking his nose bridge and then finally gazed into his silver gaze. "You made me your obsessor, Arzal. An obsessor who's in need and desires to be your obsession because… " She halted and pecked his lips. "Your obsession is more beautiful than any kind of love and that is the reason I had never asked you that whether you loved me or not, in our past," Arzal silently heard her and then saw her beaming. "Because I have understood your love could leave me broken but your obsession won't even think about leaving my broken pieces,"

"No one has ever made you feel the way I make you feel. No one ever will. I've made sure of that. I've made sure that every time someone touches you, you'll compare them to me. Every time someone kisses you, you'll wish it was my mouth. Every time someone tries to love you, you'll know in your heart that they can never love you the way I love you." He said it. He said the word. Love. He wasn't talking about sweet love or gentle love or the kind of love that filled poetry books and romance movies. He was talking about dark love. Obsessive love. The kind of love that consumed everything in its path and left nothing behind. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of assault, heavy violence (including dv), foul and harsh language, nudity, sexually explicit scenes, various bdsm kinks, gaslighting, manipulation, abuse, blood, death, gore, anxiety, depression, panic attacks, drowning, CNC (consent-non-consent), choking (in the sexual aspect). Your mental health matters, so please please please be sure to read the warnings carefully and throughly! Playlist (not in any specific order!) Love the way you lie - Eminem

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

The story had been a great distraction so far, and at that moment, I needed it more than ever. I loved what read about Letum, the book's male lead—about how dark and obsessive and utterly consuming his love was. How his devotion was terrifying yet breathtaking at the same time. He was the kind of love that swallowed you whole, leaving nothing behind but the person he wanted you to be. I wondered what that would feel like.

I enunciated. "Darling, I'm sorry to say this but you are naive, pure, and a bit stupid if I must add," He said and I scoffed. "What? Why?" I asked. "Love and obsession aren't so different, love can be beautiful but also very ugly. Love heals but it also destroys, love isn't easy and of course it doesn't have to be hard, but it is, not every day is the same there is always one problem or another people change with time, and love fades. People fall out of love too and it's not as easy as it seems, there are times when it becomes overwhelming and sometimes you just have to hold on even if it hurts. But when you are in love and also obsessed there is no way you'll let go" He articulated with a

His brows drew together, confusion—or maybe guilt—flickering in those dark, unreadable eyes. “This,” I said, jabbing a trembling finger between us, the air thick enough to choke on. My fingertip almost grazed his bare chest, the heat of him taunting me like a cruel reminder of everything I wanted but shouldn’t. “This thing between us isn’t love. It’s obsession. It’s lust. It’s madness.” I shifted a little closer to him, my voice shaking with anger and want. “You don’t love me enough to not ruin me. You only love the idea of me—me underneath you, me taking your hunger, your rage, your goddamn madness and pretending it’s affection.”

" She said that and we both started laughing. "Trust me I didn't enjoy that ride either but I was happy that you were mine and mine only." "And you are mine and just mine only. I don't want any other girl rubbing your cock like that. Trust me I will kill that bitch if she ever dared to touch you like that." I liked that anger that love. That possessiveness. "Okay don't worry. It's not gonna happen love. As we lay there in our bed, totally naked, we began to french kiss, and once again I was hard.