Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

Daniel seemed to be holding himself back, but his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were fixed on Gina with a fiery intensity. Gina interrupted him midway, cutting him off with her sharp words. Daniel's anger boiled over. "Get out of my way!" he yelled as he stormed out of the room, leaving Gina standing there, furious and frustrated. Meanwhile, Laura was silently sobbing in her room, heartbroken over the fact that the man she loved had chosen another. She was lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense of her feelings when suddenly, she realized that she was obsessed with Harold. She couldn't believe how much she had fallen for him, especially since she had been so blind to her own f

After receiving a shower of kisses and feeling calmer and able to stop crying, we get under the duvet and Oliver, with all the affection in the world, makes love to me. Yes, love. Love is what we do and it's not just sex, I think with Oliver, in the beginning, it might have been sex and bitching, but now it's different and despite all the sluttiness and naughtiness there's a lot of feeling involved, I live with Oliver what I always hoped it would be Living as a married woman, he completes me and I don't know what our future will be like, I hope that when we admit to everyone that we are together our relationship continues like this.

he whispered, his voice filled with bitterness. “You didn’t love her; you were obsessed with her,” I whispered, knowing that his own desires rather than genuine love for Serena clouded his intentions. “Love frees, but your obsession was so grave that you took her body from the grave to keep her with you. It’s not love; it’s possession.” My words seemed to hit him hard, as he looked up at me with a mix of realization and guilt in his eyes.

“It’s been long I got laid, I want to remain devoted to my wife, the De’ Luca’s don’t commit adultery and it won’t start with me.” Her eyes searched mine as if she was trying to see the truth, I could see the fear, doubt and uncertainty, but I saw something else that mirrored my hunger. Maybe this hunger will be killed once I have her in my bed. What the fuck was I doing, holding her and staring at her lips as I if I want to devour. This was strictly business. Love is sickening and I don’t do love, I can’t afford to fall in love again, again? That wasn’t love but an obsession likened to addiction. I should give her space before this worsens.

“You call this love? Kidnapping me? Trapping me? Getting me pregnant so I can never escape?” “Yes.” He pushed deeper, another inch, another, until I could feel him everywhere. “This is exactly what love is. Love is obsession. Love is possession. Love is burning down the whole fucking world just to keep one person warm.” His forehead dropped to mine. “Love is crawling out of your own grave because dying means never seeing her face again.” He bottomed out inside me. “Daddy!” I cried out. He was fully seated, buried to the hilt, so deep I could feel him in my chest. In my throat. Daniel was burrowed deeply in all the places that had nothing to do with anatomy.

I enunciated. "Darling, I'm sorry to say this but you are naive, pure, and a bit stupid if I must add," He said and I scoffed. "What? Why?" I asked. "Love and obsession aren't so different, love can be beautiful but also very ugly. Love heals but it also destroys, love isn't easy and of course it doesn't have to be hard, but it is, not every day is the same there is always one problem or another people change with time, and love fades. People fall out of love too and it's not as easy as it seems, there are times when it becomes overwhelming and sometimes you just have to hold on even if it hurts. But when you are in love and also obsessed there is no way you'l

His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.

I leaned back in my chair and let out a soft sigh, “We know he's fine, he just needs some time to get over or accept the truth.” Chris frowned, “We know that time will never come. He's really obsessed with you.” Now that he called it obsession, it turned me off really more. Obsession and love were two different things. Perhaps because he couldn't have me, he kept obsessing over me all because he wanted to win. So what if we eventually become a couple? What if the whole competition comes to a stop? Would his love for me reduce or he would just treat me like every other person?

His brows drew together, confusion—or maybe guilt—flickering in those dark, unreadable eyes. “This,” I said, jabbing a trembling finger between us, the air thick enough to choke on. My fingertip almost grazed his bare chest, the heat of him taunting me like a cruel reminder of everything I wanted but shouldn’t. “This thing between us isn’t love. It’s obsession. It’s lust. It’s madness.” I shifted a little closer to him, my voice shaking with anger and want. “You don’t love me enough to not ruin me. You only love the idea of me—me underneath you, me taking your hunger, your rage, your goddamn madness and pretending it’s affection.”

This is the story of CAPO’s Obsession who finally get the love in his twisted ways. —