Hate Obsession Novels & Stories

Daniel seemed to be holding himself back, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were fixed on Gina with a fiery intensity. Gina interrupted him midway, cutting him off with her sharp words. Daniel's anger boiled over. "Get out of my way!" he yelled as he stormed out of the room, leaving Gina standing there, furious and frustrated. Meanwhile, Laura was silently sobbing in her room, heartbroken over the fact that the man she loved had chosen another. She was lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense of her feelings when suddenly, she realized that she was obsessed with Harold. She couldn't believe how much she had fallen for him, especially since she had been so blind to her own f

Yes, the son of a bitch came up to me in front of everyone, I wanted to say something horrible to the bastard, and before anyone says anything, let's make things clear. I'M NOT PREJUDICED! If he's gay and his family would never accept it, he should have found a way to keep it under wraps, or, I don't know, stand up to his father and go and live on his own, but instead he chose to set himself up for a life as a front, at no point did he think about me, He didn't think that I'm a human being and that I have my desires, I'm sure that in a few years, I'll become an extremely unhappy person, it's cruel what he did to me and I understand that as a lack of character, Stephan is shameless and that h

Any f**king thing. No girl can humiliate him and then go scot-free.

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

" And he was right. Natalia was literally cornered! "And Arian? He did nothing! They're all innocent!" She yelled with teary cheeks. "He got involved with you. That was his sin! You're mine alone, Natalia. Your existence is completely and totally mine! At some point I failed to notice, my hatred turned into an obsession." Natalia shivered noticing the way the rage in his eyes suddenly shifted. "An obsession to have you to myself. Remember?... doing everything I want?"

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

he shouted. In the running ice-cold water, dwelling down on to his fit and beautiful body. The cold helps a bit, but he couldn’t shut off his feelings for her. But because of dreams like those, he began to hate himself. He became unable to differentiate between love or lust. Wondering what he really want was her body or her heart…

He would tell me that he was doing this for me. For us. There was a fading line between love and hate, it was hard to understand the territory you were standing in. Psychologists often say that obsessive love is worst than hate. I could understand why now. You see, the thing with hate is that it's so clear. In the sense that if you hate someone, you don't care if you hurt them, in fact, their hurting brings you joy, whether you want to admit it or not. You think they're getting what they deserve.

“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.”