Infatuated Novels & Stories

She said to herself while sitting in front of the mirror and her hand was on the top of her beating heart. She knew it wasn't that easy to fall in love, at least not for a man like Stephen who had so many options around him to continue his life without any commitment. No matter how much he said that he wanted to fall in love with her, no matter how much he showed affection and possessiveness toward her, it's all infatuation. The moment she submits herself, her heart and her everything to him, he will be out of this net of infatuation and throw her out of his like a used tissue paper. She was aware of all that but yet she couldn't make her heart stop from picking up its speed whenever he was

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

he put the cigar into his mouth while smoking it… “So what do you think I should do” I asked him “To can a monkey you behave like a monkey” he sparked in parables, I scoffed “How can I do that” “Marry your enemy” those words sounded like a triggering bullet to me. “Marry my enemy” I repeated the word “That is how you can get your enemy otherwise they will get you” “You see that girl who anchored you today?, I smell innocence in her,I checked all of the workers there, I found out she was the new girl and they took advantage of her ignorance” he said

“Alexander… I feel very hot. My whole body seems to be burning, I need you, please.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard it clearly. And the moment I did, I felt my dick throb painfully as I pulled her closer, her intoxicating perfume clouding my senses. “Why wouldn’t you feel hot, you idiot? You drank five glasses of aphrodisiac.” Explanation: An aphrodisiac is a type of substance that is believed to stimulate sexual desire or arousal, making one feel more sexually active.

His kiss wasn’t soft or tender—it was raw, demanding, and filled with a dangerous intensity that made my heart race uncontrollably. For as long as I could remember, I had dreamed of his soft lips on mine. Countless nights, I had imagined his touch, his lips, the feel of him claiming me in ways I dared not say out loud. And now, here it was, more consuming and overwhelming than I had ever dared to fantasize.

I said quietly, "even after telling her the truth, I'm still attracted to Sexy Red?" "What you feel for Sexy Red isn't love," he said firmly. "Let me ask you something...you don't know what this Sexy Red looks like, correct?" I nodded. "Correct." "Then what you're experiencing can't be love. It's not even obsession...if it were true obsession, you wouldn't even consider letting her go. What you have is infatuation. Fantasy. You don't know what she looks like, so there's a possibility that when she reveals her face, you may not even feel anything for her."

What's the best adjective to describe it. Everything is horrible. And horrible is putting it lightly. Your son is the most infuriating person I have ever met in my life. Your son is a cocky, incorrigible, selfish bastard who cares about no one but himself. Your son has driven me mad with his moodswings like a pregnant woman. Your son has hurt me more times in life than the number of times that I breathe in oxygen. Yet... Your same son made me fall for him. That's why it hurts so bad. That's why everything is choking me up.

And with the way he looked at me when I entered, it’s obvious that he felt the same too. I was tired of depriving myself of happiness. Blaze makes me feel emotions that I’ve never felt before, not after the incident at least. We may be fatal for each other This might be just an infatuation But I was done calling this a fatal infatuation because I’m not infatuated with him. I love this man! I can’t imagine being without him! Sure, it’ll hurt like a bitch if he decides to want nothing from me after he learns the truth, but I’m done predicting.

Infatuation versus Love How do you know if it's just infatuation or love? Sternberg's theory of love, infatuation is rooted in passion; you're wildly attracted to the person, you're excited to see them, the sex is great, etc. Meanwhile, romantic love is rooted in both passion and intimacy; you have all the ingredients of infatuation, coupled with friendship, trust, support, etc. ____________________________________________________________________________ 21 / 12 / 2021

The room was cold, but the heat coming from their body which was just a few centimeters away, was enough to set them on fire. "Gosh you're so beautiful" Andrew muttered as he pushed Maxwell to the bed, kissing his neck, down to his chest, biting his earlobe, and sucking on his nipples, as he drove him crazy. Maxwell shook his body, as the pleasure he felt was unbearable. Andrew kept putting him on the edge and making him feel certain ways he couldn't explain and he wanted to do the same with him.