Infatuated Novels & Stories

~ Calista ~ I’ve stopped trying to find a pretty name for it. It isn’t a crush, and infatuation feels too small and innocent. It’s an obsession. It’s a fever that hasn't broken since the moment he touched me. I sit in church and listen to his sermons, but the words mean nothing to me now. I don’t hear the gospel anymore. I hear the rough sound he made against my skin. I don’t see a holy man. I see a man who touched me and left me starving for more.

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

Vulnerable, even. In her heart, Aria knew he meant his words, but… her perspective had changed. She had had three years to really think about it. She had replayed their story enough times to see it clearly now—intense, meaningful, real. But it wasn’t a love that could last. It was infatuation. Desire wrapped in the thrill of the forbidden. The rush of doing something wrong and calling it fate. The fantasy of being chosen, special, the exception to all his rules.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

I ask, taking the fries out of the bag. “The Best of Me,” he replies. “I swear, this date keeps getting better and better! I’m in love with this movie.” I grin, clasping my hands together. “If only you can see how your eyes look right now,” he says as he looks at me. I give him a confused look as I tilt my head a little. “They look magnificent when you’re happy. They always turn into a brighter shade and they sparkle. I could stare at you all day when you’re happy and I wouldn’t get bored,” he tells me, and I shyly look down. He’s such a sweet talker. I don’t know if he’s talking to me in that way because he’s just a sweet talker and he wants me to fall for him or he’s saying this because it

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want

I pretended that he does not exist, but damn, he is just a pain in the ass just by the thought of him sitting beside me. The horse carriage was slow, but Nikita’s enthusiasm while talking entertained me throughout the ride. She would look at Diego and talk to him, and I just listened to her questions while Diego also answers her. My best friend seems fond of this farmer, but not to the point that she likes him. I can see that. I don’t like the idea of experiencing an infatuation, especially in the context of loving someone since it makes me feel distracted. Imagine yourself obsessing over someone and then you neglect yourself for him or her. It sucks to be like that.

In a slow-motion Simone undid her leather jacket giving him ever so seductive looks that he found utterly disgusting yet somewhere, the man inside was getting excited of just how much she was willing to go for him. His wife never did a thing as she was supposed to do but he was satisfied because he was in love with her but other than what people in love do, he had no idea what people in lust do. If the attraction that Simone felt for him was anything close to lust instead of admiration, then he supposed this is what those people feeling an overwhelming sense of lust do. Although, the name to call it as infatuation offering a body for the sake of pleasure isn’t just attraction or infatuation.

I love the feel when he only looks at me; when he gives me priority over everybody else. And likewise, I absolutely hated it when I found him looking at someone else, or the reason of his smile was not me, but someone else. I want him to be near me, close enough. I liked how I get goosebumps when he's around. I enjoyed the rush in my belly and the heated-up cheeks I get when he was the subject of any conversation. Now, do you call it just infatuation or something more? I don't know. But I know that this feeling was growing very quickly, and soon I won't be able to control it.

"I'm just worried about Zach. I know he loved you, Casslie." "I know the difference between love and infatuation, Casslie," he said, readjusting himself in his seat. "Infatuation is all about admiration, and that's what he felt for Cairen back then. Love is about commitment, and that's what I saw in his eyes when you got married to him." "I know the difference between the two, Gio," I replied.