Is Obsession Love Novels & Stories

But inside Devandra’s heart, there was nothing but a single consuming fire: obsession. Obsession that devoured logic. Obsession that turned love into possession. Obsession that now marked Arga as the most personal target of Devandra’s unraveling wrath.

Freddie answered. "It means?" "There is like just like. There is something that leads to obsession. There is love that is love. And there is love that is based on obsession. So which like and love do you mean?" Abigail frowned. "Mm... a kind of like where our heart beats faster than usual when we see that person. Then we wish we could keep seeing him. Waiting for his message; who knows when it will come in? Or beating just by getting a greeting from him?"

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.

Later the two sleeps silently. Luna wakes up at 7 o'clock .When she wakes up she meet with Alexander brown eyes. He smiles at her and says " Good morning baby girl". Luna hates when he smiles at her. She was about to turn around but Alexander grabs her and slamps his lips on hers and kiss her forcefully.He leave her mouth when he feels that she had stopped breathing. He rub her lips by his thumb and says " Never disobey me . I hate when a person disobey me.Keep that in your brain ". He leaves her and goes outside the bedroom. She again starts to cry.She is not his slave to obey him.

I take the soap and turn around, standing upright, Oliver takes my mouth and then lifts me, I move my legs around him and Oliver penetrates me, pressing me against the tiles. “Slowly... very slowly...” He says kissing me. Little by little the delicious sensation arrives and we enjoy it together in perfect harmony. “You make me lose my mind,” Oliver says breathlessly. “And I hope to always be like this, I like your body on mine, I love your look and the sound of your heavy breathing when we make love, the taste of your mouth and the way you kiss me leaves me loving you every time... I love you, Olivé, I love you...” I say, holding him against me.

Markson, instead of it being the other way around. "Love has a way of making people act foolishly. I can't believe I'm stooping so low because of love," Daniel reflected, releasing a heavy sigh as he got into his car.

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

"Sleeplessness, distraction, depression, euphoria, loss of appetite, fever, agitation, are the overriding obsession people have in their relationship which is mistaken for love." "Is a good obsession though. Love never really loves until it is reality-tested with the trial. Trials prove the durability of an obsession. Questions should be asked to the lovers like, 'Do you find your partner's breath unpleasant?' or 'Will you go on living if he left you?'" "I say a yes to that," Belinda said. "People think that love is the mere thrill or passing pleasure but it's not, it's an obsession. Love is not an escape from loneliness or boredom, it isn't a comfortable adjustment for practical convenience

It's a gradual process, and I was already doing all I could to get her where I wanted her. "Love is an illusion I don't have to offer. What you will experience with me is something far more powerful, something primal and dangerous. It's not love… It's obsession." My lips brushed her jaw, my breath hot against her skin, and she shuddered at my words. What did she think? That I'd tell her I loved her? Fuck, no. I had no love to offer my Kasmine. I had gone past love. What I felt for her now was an obsession. I was scared... So scared that one day, my obsession would become a disorder. That is how obsessed I was with her.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”