Dark Infatuation Novels & Stories

Only an empty submission remains, a terrified acquiescence to the inevitable. I am theirs. Not by pact, nor by money. But by a truth far deeper and darker that they have carved into me: they have touched a part of my soul that no one else had ever seen, and they found it to their liking. And the worst, the putrid secret I whisper to the soaked pillow, is that a part of me, a part I hate, has found their taste intoxicating.

" After saying this he left my hand. I look at my now red hand and rub it to soothe some pain. By last night's events I am already scared of him and now he is threatening. "I don't want to marry you. I didn’t even want to sign the papers. I don't want to live with you and obviously don't want any of this. I don't care if you love me or not. It is just infatuation so please stop this." I try to make him understand. "Does it matter if you want it or not?" He says with a smirk. I look at him with hatred. "Don't ever say that what I feel for you is infatuation because it is not. I am fine with you not loving me back. I am the mafia king and you can never escape from my country." He says with sur

I could have called Diane, my younger sister but she's a curious cat, she'd bug me all day until I spill. Deciding against it, I opted to doing the findings myself, how come I didn't think about it? Having browsed a few helpful things, I get into the car and asked Joel to take me, restlessness wrapping me up like a wet blanket. And only then did I realize how fucked up I was. I was truly deep in shit. I still don't believe that I'd care this much. What was this? Infatuation, lust….to the very least, love?

Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone. The Darkness's influence lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had manipulated my emotions, amplifying every negative sentiment until it became almost unbearable. Anger, grief, despair, and fury… all these feelings had been magnified, distorted, and twisted to serve The Darkness's sinister purposes. Its presence had been a constant catalyst, fueling my pain and nudging me toward destructive choices. And it worked, exploiting my vulnerabilities with devastating precision.

It only makes things worse. Let it take me. Let me succumb to the darkness. But a warm, deliciously strong body refuses to release its hold on my skin, two strong hands clinging to my consciousness like suction cups. I try desperately to sink into the dark depths, temporarily forgetting everything. What do I really need to come back to? Not true love, a family or even a friendship. An infatuated werewolf doesn't count, by the way, though a sharp feeling stabs my stomach at the thought.

"This ridiculous infatuation ends tonight." "Infatuation?" I spit the word back at him. "You have no idea what this is. We have a deeper connection than anything you could understand." I whip my head around, my desperate gaze finding Damon. He slowly rises from where he had fallen on the road, dusting himself off with deliberate slowness, eyes locked onto mine with a tortured expression. He wants to come to me, I know he does. Just like I want to run into his arms and never let go. This invisible force—the supernatural bond between us—pulls me toward him with an intensity I can barely understand. It's maddening. Only a few months ago, I despised him. And now? Now I feel like I can't breathe

“Come on.. Let it out.” He hummed, hands touching her skin as if it was made for him, loving the warmth of her skin in his palm, barely resisting his desires, “Stop.” And no matter how much she tried to neglect his touch, she couldn’t. “I.. would never..” Losing her breath, curling her toes but his keen action, amplifying the buried desires but controlling them, she shut her eyes, “.. love an.. Infidel.” The word infidel constricted his heart, enhancing his wrath ten times darker than before, burning his chest in a fiery fire. “That is who you were and shall remain, Zadicus Snyder.”

It feels stronger than it used to. When me and Laynie started dating in high school it almost vanished. I knew it was still there but it was never present around her. When my mother finally passed from her illness, I thought it would try to come out. I know I needed a release of some kind to escape the pain of the loss I had, but Laynie was there for me the whole time making the darkness only linger on the edges of my mind. Now though. Now I feel it trying to consume me. How easy it would be to just give in to it. Is that what I did before? Simply give in and hurt her? My sweet Laynie?

This must be an infatuation, only that this infatuation is too deep and wouldn't let go. She'd wake up with someone on her mind, just can't breathe without wondering if the other soul is breathing. The worst of it all, she feels an unexplainable pull, something more sinister and deep that she could not comprehend. It feels like she is attached, like the other person is a long lost part of her, a niggling sensation at the corner of her mind. She just can't let go, anyhow, she has a new world and a new goal, he's all she wants. Her life for his.

I found myself yearning for her in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. I had convinced myself that our connection was special, that it transcended the boundaries of life and death. In my mind, I twisted her dark influence into something resembling love. I told myself that by succumbing to her desires, I was not just giving in to the inevitable; I was saving her. Each encounter with Nina deepened my obsession, transforming my infatuation into something dangerously consuming. I could almost hear the whispers of my own heart, echoing her name in a rhythm that felt both forbidden and beautiful.