Is Obsession Love Novels & Stories

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims

Lalissa asked gently. The question made my chest ache. "I don't know. He's never said it. He's possessive and intense and he wants me. But I don't know if that's love or just him wanting to own me." "Girl, that's not love," Octavia said, her voice softer now but still firm. "That's obsession. And obsession isn't sustainable." "I know." I muttered. "Do you?" Octavia leaned forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, you're throwing away a good guy who actually loves you for someone who might just be using you."

Obsession demanded Maxwell love me back, regardless of what that cost him or anyone else. I’d spent years choosing obsession over love, and now I’d lost everything—including the right to call what I felt for Maxwell love at all.

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

I started reading and I felt chills: “Dear Kim, I have to admit that I have loved you from the first moment I met you, you are intelligent, cautious and passionate, there cannot be a more perfect woman in the world than you. I know you reciprocate too, but you are afraid to accept your love for me, surely you feel that you are not going to be reciprocated and that is why you act like that, nothing is further from reality. I just want you to open your eyes and see that we are meant to be together.”

"Luca." "Yeah?" "Once I finish cleaning up the mess in Millbrook, I'll buy you a drink." Luca raised an eyebrow. "Just a drink?" Isabella looked at him, and instead of picking up the flirtatious banter, she simply said slowly, "I used to think I could only love one person my whole life. "It took me a while to realize that wasn't true—I was just too foolish, too locked into my own stubborn thinking. Now, I want to learn how to love myself first."

Elena heard herself ask, her voice sharp. "Someone who belongs in this world," Isabelle said simply. "Someone raised in the life. Someone who understands how things work." She leaned closer to Dante, her hand covering his on the table. "Someone like me." Dante didn't pull away. Elena watched their hands together and felt her heart twist. This is what you wanted, she reminded herself viciously. You wanted to stop loving him. Well, here's your chance. Watch him with her and feel nothing. But she felt everything. And it was killing her.

I held back the tears that clogged my eyes. He smiled. “Our love is a cycle of violence and desire. It is not a pure type of love.” His tone was even, his voice composed. “Seriously?” I asked. “Yes. Love is a beautiful thing however, I don't believe in it anymore. Talking of obsession… It's damn real. I can love you today then tomorrow, I may stop loving you but my obsession for you can never come to an end. Obsession is more powerful than… Love.” He spoke with a calm, measured tone while he stared into my eyes.

Caine grinned inwardly, fane exchanged gazes with Andreas and Andreas raised both brows at him understandably. "From his actions and over-protectiveness towards her at that time....I guess, yes, he even killed her ex-boyfriend who tried to take her away from him so I guess yeah....maybe he fell in love at the time but we never can be sure, he's unpredictable and we know he can be possessive at a time" "You mean an act out of character?" Prince Ollivander questioned. Caine shrugged "It's a probability" Prince Ollivander narrowed his eyes, love or not, he had to make sure.