Is Obsession Love Novels & Stories

With no space to go further back,she stopped. I moved closer to her ..Man ! The smell of her..She smelled like a fresh flower..My inner bee is so eager to devour that flower.. My breath is giving goosebumps to her entire body..She started biting her lips in nervousness..Shit Riya!! I badly wanted to do that for her.Lust is currently overtaking my mind..That lips belong to me and only i have that right.. This thought reminded me of yesterday's incident on which Riya smiled for that piece of shit...

The word hung in the air like a heavy weight, and she saw the flicker of guilt in his eyes. He stepped closer, his movements cautious, as though afraid she might bolt. “You’re right,” he said finally, his voice barely audible. “It is obsession. I won’t deny it. But it’s also love, Olivia. Deep, consuming love that I can’t turn off, no matter how hard I try.” Olivia shook her head, taking a step back. “I can’t do this,” she murmured. “I can’t handle any more lies, any more manipulation. I thought… I thought you were different, Sebastian. But now…”

"Besides, it's not like you can actually break up with him because of me. Unless you're planning on letting all hell loose. If he could kill two people for you in a space of two weeks, then he's obsessed. Which is strange because, you know, his 'romance and emotional entanglement are bad for business' code. But it seems he really loves you if he's going against that." "I don't think what we have is love." I cringed. "What do you mean?" She frowned. "I'm saying 'love' is such a strong word. It's more like we're obsessed with each other than crazily in love." I shrugged as I sat on the bed. "Obsessed, love, what's the difference? They are literally the same thing it’s just that one is spelt wi

I state taking a sip of my coffee. “And what is that?” She asks putting her cup down. “How do you know if it’s love or obsession?” I ask quietly staring down at my cup. “Well in my opinion obsession is more about wanting that person physically with you all the time and if they aren't then you feel like things are slipping away. While love is that even if they aren’t with you physically, you don’t feel void, empty, or restless. You still feel at peace, because you know their yours no matter where they are.”

My eyes wide as I watch him begging him to say it back. “Do you love me too…?” I ask, feeling a little nervous. He releases my face, his hands sliding down and under my thighs as he lifts me and carries me the remaining steps to the bedroom. “Do I love you?” He breathes the words. “There is love, Lana, and then there is obsession.” I frown up at him. “So you are obsessed with me?” He nods his head, his lips parted as he pants. “Love doesn’t seem strong enough to encompass what I feel for you.” he murmurs.

The word hung between us. Her eyes went wide. "What?" "You heard me." "That's not love, Alessandro. That's obsession." "Same thing." "No, it's not…." "Isn't it?" I grabbed her face. Forced her to look at me. "Love is wanting someone so badly you'd kill for them. Love is not being able to breathe when they're not near you. Love is losing your goddamn mind when another man touches them." "That's not—"

I say and we finish the words of love, with a kiss that seals and authenticates the love we feel for the other. Because that's what comes after an obsession like ours; love. THE END.

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when