Infatuation Novels & Stories

Another stretch of silence sprawled into the office. My palms were cold and sweating, while anxiety churned in my stomach. Father sighed, holding his head. “Sit down, both of you.” Zephyr nodded once, and we sat on the chair across the desk, facing my father. “Both of you are too young to fall into the kind of love that can truly be called love. What happens during teenage years is infatuation, experimentation and attraction. None of that can be counted as love.” A strange uncomfortable feeling took over me hearing those words. Maybe I wanted to say that he was wrong, but what exactly was true love?

“Kevah I'm serious. I was hypnotized the moment I saw you yesterday at the airport and with everything that happened in the past 14 hours there's no doubt in my head that I'm falling in love with you." Kevah wants to believe him, and a part of her does, but it's just too soon to jump into things with Emanuele, she can tell he's different from all the other men she has dated or fucked. He's special and she doesn't want to ruin things by moving too fast. “Manny you don't mean that. It's just infatuation." “Kevah, you think I don't know what infatuation is? I'm 27, for God's sake. Kevah I want to devote the rest of my life to you."

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'

I knew what I felt when I saw, and what I experienced when I embraced her. Was that… wrong too? “Attraction, Darius. You don’t have a mate, obviously you can get attracted.” And she gave the most obvious reasoning towards my emotions. From what happened till now… was attraction? “It is only an infatuation, it will pass.” She whispered compassionately. I knew I didn’t have a mate and I wanted one badly but was I that desperate to consider an allurement as mate-pull? “You can’t call my feelings an infatuation so easily. What if she is my mate and you felt wrong?”

"But I realize that it was just a crush, infatuation. You're my ideal guy, and I chose the university we attended because of you. You were my inspiration in everything I did." He remained confused and surprised by my words, but he kept looking at me, listening intently. I shifted my gaze to the twinkling lights hanging from different parts of the tree and smiled. "But when I met Alexander, I realized the difference between crush and love. Liking someone is that intense passion you feel initially. It's like being drawn to someone's looks or a particular quality." I noticed how his eyes held sadness and regret.

"It’s just infatuation! You’re attracted to me, and that’s all!" "You call my love infatuation?!" Chris’s eyes flashed with fury as he stood abruptly, towering over her. "Audrey, how could you say that?!" He began to pace again, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "So my love is infatuation, but the love that rich bastard has for you is true and genuine?!"

Her fake fiancé, I reminded myself. What kind of illness didn't give you physical symptoms but instead messed with your mind and weakened your emotional intelligence? Infatuation—the dreadful, terrifying love. The kind I didn't want to think about, the kind I was trying desperately to forget. Me, in love with Lawrence, was a disaster waiting to happen. It was unprecedented. And from his reaction, I feared I wasn't alone in this. Maybe he was just as confused about his feelings for me. That only made it worse—a tangled mess. A mess I'd untangle later. "So, what interesting thing happened at the Millers' party this time?" I asked.

He says with a wolfish grin spreading across his cheeks. I scoff and lean forward, looking him dead in the eyes. “She is a firecracker, Stu. She’s hot one minute, then cold the next. She has no idea what she wants, and I don’t want to influence her in any way that will lead her to regret everything and blame me.” “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Stu asks me in a firm tone. “Evet. But I’m afraid it’s so much worse than just some ordinary love. I’m infatuated with her. Obsessed until no end, and I hate that she doesn’t feel the same towards me. I want to be her first and last for every fucking thing.”

~ 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.

Now how was I supposed to get rid of a man like him? "You're probably just mistaking lust for affection. You'll get over it soon," I slipped out of his arms when he was distracted. "Isn't it sex you want, come on, maybe if we go at it one more time you'll finally realized that what you feel is just infatuation." I took off my shoes, then began taking off my dress. "I'm sure you have lots of beautiful women throwing themselves at you, you could have whomever you want. You'll get over me soon."