Novel & Cerita Books About Obsessive Love

Then looked into my eyes. "Love is tender, patient, and giving. Love is selfless, and sometimes it requires letting go. That's why, Solnishka, I can never say 'I love you' because what I feel for you is violent, intense and possessive. A fucking relentless, raging storm that nothing can calm. A never-ending obsession that feeds my darkness and keeps my soul. I can't imagine ever letting you go. I'll always be by your side, your fucking shadow, your very skin, a constant presence, never wavering, never retreating. So, please don't ask me to say 'I love you' because what I feel is beyond love." He confessed a tinge of rage and mistiness in his eyes.

His hands traced every curve on her body, exploring every nook and cranny. Soft moans and whispered words of endearment filled the room, the only sound amidst the silence. Their desire for each other intensified with every touch, every caress. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony as if they were made for each other. The room's soundproofing was impeccable, ensuring that only they knew what was happening within its confines. No one else could ever know. Vivian left the office with a radiant smile, her heart overflowing with love. She never imagined that the dream she once thought would result from her longing would become a reality.

He whispered between his teeth, soft but sharp: "No, you said you loved him a lot. Aren’t those feelings? I bet he’s in love with you… if not you with him. Friendship between a male and female is impossible. After closeness, instincts decide fate." His hand slowly slid down lower, tracing confidently and calmly, stirring my body. His touches were light but burning. My body shivered, and I whispered nervously: "Mr. Dorian, please… someone… might see us." I gasped as I heard the sound of a zipper opening.

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when

Third person Jeremy was seated by the side of Lenas bed holding her hand in his, he had refused to take his eyes off of her the entire time. “Are you sure there is nothing that can be done??” Black asked the specialist. He stared at the state of his son,he understood exactly what he felt as he had been in such a state before, he had almost lost his mind but there was Jeremy who was standing strong for the love of his life waiting for her. “All the tests prove she is healthy, nothing seems to be wrong with her,I have even consulted Magic but instead it rebounded as you can see I might be caused” the specialist explained.

“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”

He saw her everywhere. He needed him the most. And he knew if he left her then his whole world would be crumbled into pieces. He can't take another step in his life without her. He was so dependent on her. So much. That he himself did not have an idea. Still within him resided an unhealthy obsession for her. But not it was overpowered with love. Her absence had made him realize what love was. He loved her. Truly. Passionately. Hopelessly. The only woman who managed to grasp his heart in her claws. He knew he can either crush his heart into pieces and kill him or just deal it with care and give him life. It was all in her hands.

she muttered, her voice low, trembling with disgust and disbelief. He didn’t even flinch. “It *is* love.” His voice was calm—too calm—and that made it worse. “But not the kind you read about in fairytales. Mine doesn’t sit quietly in a corner waiting for a chance. Mine claws. It devours. It haunts.” He took a step closer, eyes dark and sharp. “It’s love, Asha. Just a version that bleeds into obsession and crosses the lines good men don’t go near. But it’s still love. It’s just—*mine*. On my terms ”

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.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”