Infatuated Novelas e Histórias

I said and she nods. “Now go and tell her”She said gesturing to the steps. It shouldn’t be that hard. “You are literally about to shit yourself”Liam my wolf said. “You are suppose to be my support and help me here” I said. “Nah, I love to see you like this” He said. “Disordered?” I asked. “Helpless in love ” He replied. “Am not in love” I countered. “Am waiting for the time when I will tell you I told you so” He said before fading away.

Once again inclining his face towards her, coming into collision with Sophia’s soft lips with his’, Noah started to move his lips in a dawdling pace as if he wanted to get intoxicated in those set of two lips, want to subsume each and everything happening in this particular moment, want to engrave every fucking thing in his mind, ardour he never had discerned before in himself, never felt so transfixed while kissing someone.

Rose was the girl I couldn’t have, could never keep or carve from my thoughts and now that Ivy has entered my world, it’s got me feeling all shades of fucked up. For a long time. I have wondered if the fractured pieces of my personality would ever stitch themselves back together into one person, or if I’d always be this confused, divided thing. I’ll never admit this out loud, but Ivy infatuates me, and infatuation can lead to obsession. Who knows, maybe I will take her, make her mine, and drown myself in her forbidden sweetness until it’s running down my chin. My lips curl greedily as I think about the new kind of poison tantalizing my thoughts.

You fooled me, and you still are. Bitter sigh. I am actually laughing at myself for that little game you played on me there. Your guts are top-notch, baby. But you know what? That's what infatuated me about you. You are daring. You got nerves, no, balls, hard balls. You are fierce. That's what drives me insane about you. All these are because of that filthy bastard you met over there. You like him more than me? Does his kiss taste better than mine? Does his touch feel so sweet that you forgot our agreement? Do you like him so much that you are willing to risk everything for him?

I continue. "I don’t know," he responds after a long pause. "I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately, but every time I look at you, I want to monopolize you. The thought of you being with another man drives me crazy. You’re on my mind all the damn time, even if I don’t want you there, and when I tell myself I’ll just forget you, I can’t. What the hell would you even call this? Obsession? Infatuation? Would it be like? It’s all new to me."

It was a familiar scene, mated couples who are so much into each other that they don't notice anyone else. It's not that Maddox is against mates, but he is in his mid-twenties and doing fairly well. The idea that a woman will show up and flip his world upside-down was unsettling. At the same time, Maddox was curious to experience ultimate infatuation with the woman who will make all others insignificant, and they will be absolutely focused on each other. An invisible lightbulb lit up above Maddox's head. Couples who are into each other… infatuation… isn't there one couple that fits that description… right there on the stage, dancing?

I wanted to defile and consume and deflower the beautiful princess in front of me. I wanted to possess her like a little doll and play her body through every known game there was to play, and there was no denying it. My body was already electric with adrenaline, desperate for round two. But then Rosie looked at me with something more. Something deeper. Something that spoke to my soul. Infatuation. Beautiful, pure infatuation. The princess was infatuated with me, just as I was possessed by her. “I mean it,” she said. “I can’t believe you did that for me today. Thanks will be never be enough.”

It only meant that he knew I liked him and perhaps he felt something for me in return. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t love; it was more like infatuation. He was captivated by the way I could bring him pleasure, how I satisfied his desires whenever he needed me. That was all there was to it for sure—nothing romantic like how I felt for him.

’ She’s so young, so raw, so full of a passion that’s overwhelming her. I know, deep down, that what she’s feeling isn’t true love, not the kind that lasts. It’s infatuation, a reaction to the intensity of the moment, to the drug, to… to me. And in time, when the fog clears, she’ll see it too. She has to. My grip tightens on my hair, my knuckles white. I pull my head back, staring up at the water-streaked ceiling, the spray still hitting my face.

Chapter 9. She couldn't really say if she enjoyed playing the role or not. True to his word, Vishal had given her more than he promised her. He paid her more than five times of her previous salary but she wasn't happy. She wanted to feel and experience the emotion called love. She wanted to love and be loved. But she knew that with Vishal, that was a lofty dream. It was like she was building castles in the air. The feeling that she would never get him to love her made her despondent and she sunk into depression.