Books With Obsessive Love Novels & Stories

Her lips met Allie’s, causing the entire world to shift on its axis. It was far from a hesitant or exploratory kiss. Instead, it was profound and self-assured, an act of possession. Allie’s anxieties dissolved completely, overtaken by an overwhelming wave of raw desire. She returned the kiss with equal passion, her hands rising to weave through Casey’s hair. She could perceive the gentle, moist sounds of their lips connecting, could detect Casey’s recognizable perfume intertwined with a fresh element, something indicative of arousal. From the edge of her vision, she noticed Chris settling into a chair in the corner, his eyes darkened by longing as he observed them intently, his hand already

“And he looks pissed." “He’s not my stalker,” I said too fast. “He’s just… persistent." “Persistent is one word for it,” Kevin muttered. “Obsessed is another." Before I could tell him to shut up, a shadow fell over our table. Alexander didn’t sit. He just dropped a bottle of water on my tray. Cold. Condensation dripping down the side. “You didn’t drink anything,” he said. Voice flat. “I’m not thirsty." “Liar,” he said again. Same as before. Then he looked at Kevin. “You done?"

"Just be careful." "I will." "Because when intelligent people fall in love with impossible people—" She gestures vaguely toward my sewing project. "—things tend to unravel." I glance down at the fabric. The stitches. The delicate pattern forming beneath my hands. Love, I realise suddenly, is the most dangerous thread of all. Once you pull it—everything can come undone. Later that afternoon, I'm alone in the sewing room again. Ines went to meet friends. The flat is empty. My phone buzzes.

The shrine smelled of incense and dust. Candles flickered against cracked stone walls as a cloaked woman studied the couple before her. "You Americans don't believe in these things," the seer said, her voice low, filled with mockery. "So why come to my shrine?" The woman's hand pressed against her swollen belly, her eyes filled with fear. "We came to Egypt for research. But the child in my womb… she's unstable. I can feel her slipping away. I don't want to lose her."

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.

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.”

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.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

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...

She rushes off, knocking over the pillows, and, a while later, returns with a bottle of coffee. As Allison Clark tries to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, she never expects to find a force like Oliver Grey. From the moment they meet, he exudes a magnetic charisma that is hard to resist. With his seductive charm and overwhelming self-confidence, Oliver is a hurricane that sweeps Allison off her feet. However, beneath Oliver's suave demeanor lies a possessive and jealous billionaire who believes he can control everything with his vast fortune. As he tries to solve Allison's problems with her wealth, she finds herself torn between excitement and the challenges he presents. Together, Al