Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

Maahir said in a flat tone when Rudra's eyes popped out in a squint. "I'm aware of it." Glanced at them, Rudra didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. "But, I don't know how deep it is...?" Tamaz stressed to test the waters. "Um. You can say pretty serious," emphasized Rudra while scratching his head. "You mean...?" stopped Maahir deliberately. "I want her." "That's it. Go to her." blurted Tamaz with a contented smile plastered on his lips. "The desire to love and get loved, and the need to nurture seem to go hand in hand. But..." paused Rudra while his lips pressed into a thin line.

I was curious about all they were saying because I had never seen him, nor conversed with him, even for once. Everything changed when I went clubbing with my best friend, Jessica. It wasn't intentional, but what I didn't know was that this was where my nightmare would begin. I had a one-night stand with a stranger out of the influence of alcohol, and when I realized who it was, I was speechless. It was no other person than Orion, the CEO of the company I worked for, whom people referred to as one of the most ruthless, worst, and inhuman beings in the whole existence of life. After the one-night stand with him, he had been obsessed about me and wanted me to be with him by all means. He had sw

The truth remained directly before me throughout my struggles no matter how intensely I fought. He loved her. Not in a fleeting, reckless way. The manner in which it manifested defied categorization as simple obsession or lust. This phenomenon existed as a deeper entity beyond simple classification. Something unshakable. Sophia's gaze upon him revealed her deep affection. A gentle breath escaped my lips while an unnoticed burden from my chest began to rise. The moment to cease all hostilities had arrived. I got up from my chair and moved toward them while my heels produced sharp clicks on the marble surface. Upon my approach Alexander became aware of my presence before anyone else his expres

**FLASHBACK** Despite knowing Mason Brooks does not feel anything for her, she is hesitant to visit his office because she is still obsessed with him. She planned to visit his office because she had heard about his secretary's absence, which presented an opportunity for her to satisfy her long-standing cravings. She sneaked around until she got to his office's first entrance. Although she did not need to sneak before because she is also a staff member of Mason but not from Ooks group, seeing her here will raise suspicions and rumors. She had almost opened the door when she heard footsteps approaching the office, heels clicking gently on the ground. Her heart shattered as she quickly found a

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

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."

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong? You’ve barely left your office since you came to work and that’s unlike you.” I sniffled, trying to release myself from his body but he tightened his grip, trapping me. “It’s nothing.” I said, clearing the chunk of gob in my throat. “You’re clearly upset about something Robin, can’t you trust me enough to talk to me?” I shook my head. “Not even as a friend?” “Do friends say they’re obsessed with each other?” “I can be your friend and still obsess over you.” “No, you can’t, you’d want more.”

"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