Infatuation Novels & Stories

"My experiences and wealth, you'll have them in the future too. This world belongs to you,the young man." The girl looked up with some confusion, questioning Winston Barrymore, "Is there a difference between infatuation and liking? If I'm not infatuated with you, how could I like you?" "Wrong. Infatuation is temporary, even more fleeting than liking. Maybe in a few years, you'll find me turned into an old geezer, and you won't be infatuated with me anymore. Liking is wanting to spend a long time with someone, wanting to see expressions they've never shown in public, even if they embarrass themselves, you still feel incredibly fo

yes. So, it could be said that the start of this relationship wasn't very simple. But he appeared very simple-minded. He was so simple-minded to the extent that his eyes revealed a burning love not long after. Even I couldn't judge its authenticity. Until Wendy Fox appeared.

“My father has to agree, at least if I give him something in return.” “You’re gonna make a deal for me?” “I’m gonna make a deal for us,” He whispered and smiled slightly again. “What’s love to you, Bella?” “I, uh…” the question was unexpected. I had never put the feelings into words before. “I don’t know, exactly. I don’t think anyone does. But if I had to say then I think—I think the thing that separates infatuation from love is the fact that when you’re in love, you don’t obsess for a few months—you obsess for a lifetime. I’d say that love is not a tremendous blizzard, but the calm after one and that if you think you described it perfectly, you’ve never expe

And so was the doubt that had crept in afterward. Every time I had been with Ben, it had been amazing. He was such a nice guy, even nicer than before he had left. I’d had a crush on him for years, but this was something else. I wasn’t crushing on him anymore. A crush was when a girl was in love with a boy she would never have, more like a fantasy. This wasn’t a crush. It was more like infatuation. Which was a bad idea. With Jerrod around, we shouldn’t act on it. We shouldn’t have kissed.

“Come on Richie. Just accept that you have fallen in love with me. Being in love is not a bad thing, you don't need to fight it. In fact, love is a beautiful thing. I love you and I accepted it…. You just need to accept your own love for me.” Love? Is he in love with her? No, that's not possible. How can he fall in love with someone he met just a few weeks ago? No…. This is not love. It is definitely infatuation. She's heavenly gorgeous, sexy, and attractive. Any man would feel the way he's feeling towards her. Any man would want a taste. Yeah, that's it. He's just attracted to her, and once he has a taste of her. All these feelings will go away. He can't be i

"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 month

"I love you," "No, Sophia. You don't love me,” He knelt down in front of her and cupped her cheeks, making her stare at him in the eye. “You don't love me. It’s just a normal teenage infatuation. You’ll realize that, and everything will go back to the way it used to be," She shook her head. “Don’t say so about my feelings. I love you so much," Chase leaned in and stole a short kiss from her lips. “No, you don’t. You’re only infatuated,"

episodes when proximity increases. When suppression breaks, the non-aware party may experience sudden attraction, jealousy, or fixation without context. I stared at that for a long moment, then let out a slow, humorless laugh. “Fixation,” I murmured. “That’s one word for it.” My eyes burned. Not tears. Not yet. Just pressure. The phrase surfaced like something I’d heard through a door I hadn’t realized I was listening at. Had Kane said something like that before? Had Maddox?

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.

"You're my father. Doesn't that matter? Doesn't it matter that you're killing the woman your son loves?" "You don't love her," Alexander said dismissively. "You're attracted to her. You feel protective of her. Maybe you even care about her. But love? You've known her for a few months, Kade. That's not love." "Then what is it?" "Infatuation. Curiosity. The curse making you fixate on someone who can satisfy it without triggering your wolves' aggression." He moved back to the window. "But it's not love. And when she's gone, you'll realize that."