Books With Obsessive Love Novels & Stories

And as the night stretched on, wrapped in quiet promises and whispered laughter, they held each other and dreamt of the future—of tiny socks, midnight feedings, and love that just kept multiplying. Because some fires, once lit, only burn brighter with time. Love, after all, isn’t just what survives the fire. It’s what rises from the ashes with its hands open, ready to build again—and again. The End.......or is it, you can help decide Book 2 and the new adventures.......leave mee lots of comments on where we want to see Alli and Johnny.

“I have already told you that it is a marriage by convention.” “What do you mean, that he is your lover? Not even dead! I already told you if you intend to continue with your obsessive-compulsive disorder, I'll leave right now, and the story that I'm yours, swallow it whole, please don't be so crazy!” Camille leaves Andy's office, making things clear from her point of view, for him everything was still confusing, she was right, she had a problem and she had to deal with it, she had never felt something like that for a person.

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.

"Could have fooled me." "I'm not." Her voice was softer now. "I was in love with you. Part of me still is. But that's not why I'm writing this book. I'm writing it because the world needs to understand what obsession looks like. What love looks like. What happens when two broken people find each other." Damian stared at her. "Then why does it feel like a threat?" Dr. Chen didn't answer. Damian opened the door. He and Sebastian walked out, into the hallway, into the elevator, into the street. The sun was bright. The city was loud. The manuscript was already seared into Damian's

She leaned into me, lips brushing my temple, whispering, “Then let’s win it together, Sebastian. Nothing else matters. Not him. Not the board. Not the world. Just us.” I pressed my lips to the top of her head, letting the intensity of my obsession, my protection, and my desire fuse into one undeniable truth. “Just us,” I repeated. And in that repetition, in that affirmation, I knew it wasn’t just survival or strategy—it was love. Dangerous, obsessive, unyielding love. And nothing—no rival, no betrayal, no force—would ever break it. The security monitors flickered, and in one frame, a shadow moved silently past the perimeter of the building—someone already inside.

"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.

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.

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.

So why don't you just accept it? ''''Oh really???? Why should I accept a lie???? It was all a manipulation and you blackmailed me. You are a mean person.'''' ''''I had no choice.. I love you Yukti and You know that. I just....'''' ''''Love??? Really??? No Abhi... That wasn't love.. that was just for the satisfaction of your ego. You couldn't bear me getting married to anyone else and rejecting you so you did this. You are so self obsessed Abhi.''''