Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

so he snatche the document from Luna hand and said" You are ignoring me baby girl . Is this document more important then me to you. And who is this man and what is this baby girl you are reading other mans information infront of me huh huh " " What I do have had nothing to do with you?", Luna angrily said. Hearing this Alexander boils with anger . He then forcefully takes her in his lap and says" Everything related to you is my subject bexcause you are mine Alexander Knight wife?". Saying that he kisses her forcefully he bites her and eats her lips. After noticing, Luna was out of her breathe Alexander leaves her and said" Baby girl dont make me angry okay. I had said you many times not to l

***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

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.

"Besides, it's not like you can actually break up with him because of me. Unless you're planning on letting all hell loose. If he could kill two people for you in a space of two weeks, then he's obsessed. Which is strange because, you know, his 'romance and emotional entanglement are bad for business' code. But it seems he really loves you if he's going against that." "I don't think what we have is love." I cringed. "What do you mean?" She frowned. "I'm saying 'love' is such a strong word. It's more like we're obsessed with each other than crazily in love." I shrugged as I sat on the bed. "Obsessed, love, what's the difference? They are literally the same thing it’s just that one is spelt wi

I state taking a sip of my coffee. “And what is that?” She asks putting her cup down. “How do you know if it’s love or obsession?” I ask quietly staring down at my cup. “Well in my opinion obsession is more about wanting that person physically with you all the time and if they aren't then you feel like things are slipping away. While love is that even if they aren’t with you physically, you don’t feel void, empty, or restless. You still feel at peace, because you know their yours no matter where they are.”

The only one he can push. "I know I am not worthy of your love. I know I have said the word 'I love you', and I know I can't say it," he sucked in a lot of breath. "I can't say I love you because of don't know how to love. The feelings I have for you run deeper than anything you can ever imagine. You are not my love, Ixora; you are my obsession. An obsession I don't want to walk away from. I had planned to make you fall for me and then break you, but I never imagined that I would get caught in my own trap. I need you in my life, Ixora, more than anything. Back then, I kept a burning fire, which I fueled every day to represent my anger and hatred. Now, I want to start a new fire, one that wil

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.

Real close. “You don’t get to mourn her.” I seethed, my grip on him tightening. His tears soaked his cheeks. Pathetic. “I loved her—” “You never loved her,” I spat. “You wanted to own her. That’s not love. That's obsession, you bastard.” It was crazy. I never thought I would differentiate between love and obsession. I had been obsessed at first, but it grew into love, but now it seemed like it was going to be cut short before seeing the light of day.

Her voice dropped into a whisper, one that stood out against the silence of the parking lot. “You’ve never wanted anything the way you want her. You want her so badly it keeps you up at night, and you’re realizing more and more that you’d do anything, any number of unspeakable acts, just to keep her safe. Even at the cost of your own soul.” Her eyes darted off to the side, to the door Cole had vanished through. “Love on it’s own is a fragile thing. Do you want to know what makes love unbreakable? A healthy dose of obsession. Obsession drives you to do anything to keep her in your arms, while love drives you to keep her happy and safe. It’s the best of both worlds…” There was something in her

His hands traced every curve on her body, exploring every nook and cranny. Soft moans and whispered words of endearment filled the room, the only sound amidst the silence. Their desire for each other intensified with every touch, every caress. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony as if they were made for each other. The room's soundproofing was impeccable, ensuring that only they knew what was happening within its confines. No one else could ever know. Vivian left the office with a radiant smile, her heart overflowing with love. She never imagined that the dream she once thought would result from her longing would become a reality.