Novel & Cerita Is Obsession Love

“None.” “Well, I do think he has two reasons, to spend his whole life by your side and to prevent another man from approaching you,” Paola wrote her reasons on the blackboard. My jaw dropped. “Do you think that my love for him prevents me from seeing things objectively?” “Perhaps.” I looked at the wrist and felt a tightness in my chest. I couldn't even imagine that Isaac was responsible. “Ezra could also have reasons to harass you although we don't know what they are. He was the person who scored the fewest points. Isaac and Fernando are even, but you already discarded Fernando so only Isaac remains.”

"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."

In his head, I was like him — no-nonsense, efficient, emotionally economical. It would be convenient for me too. Safe. Predictable. Stable. But where did love fit into all this? He wasn't a man with time or energy for emotions. He had made that very clear. He'd even said it himself — *if we fall in love, we'll go with the flow.* *If.* As if love was some optional feature you might accidentally unlock. And realistically? He wasn't going to fall for me. Men like him didn't fall — they calculated.

My brain was spinning so hard I thought it would explode. He loved me. He was obsessed with me. He said it like I was supposed to feel something, like I was supposed to melt because he called it love, while he was killing what was inside me. How can anyone love and want death in the same breath. How can anyone call it obsession and laugh while blood pours from me. “No,” I sobbed.

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.

He chose to remain silent all through as he bore his eyes on hers, sending a thousand messages through the eye contact, he didn't know how to refute her words but he was sure he felt some strange things for West which he knew was this weird thing everybody calls "Love" "In as much as I feel guilty for what I did and I still do but don't fucking tell me we mean nothing to each other...To hell with that barbaric statement, it's utter nonsense, rubbish" Lincoln could finally let out, West subconsciously swallowed hard In nervousness when seeing that deadly look in Lincoln's eyes. He seemed to be holding onto his last straw of patience, he knew within himself that nobody had ever and was never g

I didn’t. My two lovers are obsessed beyond reason with me. It shows in everything they do. The way they escort me to and from class, help me with projects, encourage me. Their obsession is in the two sets of hands that wash me in the bathtub, usually right before those same hands drag me out with lustful intention, positing me how they need me. It’s in the way they never let a day pass without telling me how much they love me, while I’m eating breakfast on one of their laps, sunbathing in the backyard or sketching designs in my notebook.

Joey stayed silent for quite a while before saying, "Priceless treasures are easily sought, but a true lover is hard to find." "Let me join in the fun and check the authenticity of this matter. I also want to see if they'll eventually make it," Selena responded. She couldn't resist her curiosity, so she took out her phone from her bag and began searching for information about Cyrus. Deep down, she understood that anyone would envy such a relationship, especially someone like Joey who had faced setbacks in her love life. Even though Joey had moved on, she also wished to be loved unconditionally by the person she liked.