Romans & histoires Books About Obsessive Love

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

Diana sat in her office with the report of Tanvi in her hands. She is going through all the aspects of Tanvi in detail from her childhood to till date. While Diana is gazing, Tanvi's love story with Dhruv attracted her. Diana even got to know about her depression and the treatments she took for years. It seemed suspicious to her with the events that took place in her life at that time and ordered Farhan to dig in about their past love story.

Who could have believed that someone could love me with such selflessness and devotion? My love for her was consuming, bordering on toxic and obsessive. A dangerous forbidden love...

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.

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

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."

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

“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.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

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.