Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

“You’re winning if it’s a competition. You have two and she has none.” “It isn’t a pissing contest.” I can’t help but stare in her direction. Jealousy pulls at me when I see how some of the guys with Connor are giving Care little glances. With long blonde hair that has red streaks scattered throughout, she’s a curvy thing but feisty as a colt. I take in the creamy pale skin, intelligent mossy green eyes that don’t miss a thing, and that perfect pink bow of a mouth. Yeah, she got under my skin so fucking bad I thought I was going to lose my mind—sleeping with her didn't help like I thought it would. My body and mind were so turned upside down that I told her it was for a bet. But honestly tha

"Why? Because it makes you feel something?" "Because it doesn't matter!" Dante's control shattered. "Your father murdered mine! Every time I look at you, I should hate you!" "But you don't," Elena said softly. "That's the problem." Dante's eyes closed, forehead dropping to hers. "You're driving me insane." "Then stop fighting it." He kissed her. Desperation. Need. poured into one devastating kiss that made Elena's knees buckle. Dante's hands tangled in her hair, deepening the kiss. His tongue demanded. Consumed.

"Yes, I planned it with Brother Wu. Why must Big Brother An take fancy of you? It should be me who married him, not a slut like you." Feng yan felt that her heart was completely crushed. She was betrayed by the people she trusted the most in just one day. She flashed a cold smile to a realization. She was really stupid, to think as long as she wanted, others would desire the same. Feng Yan patted her chest, it was aching so painfully that she could not breathe. She knew she was dying. She felt a sudden heartache and everything turned black as her body softened. The tears in Feng Yan's eyes finally fell as if to mock for her own stupidity.

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… I don’t–“ He stepped closer to me in one move, closing the distance between us. “When I saw you this morning in the quad, I wanted nothing more than to grab you and kiss the hell out of you in front of everyone.” “But I made the damn rules. I can’t fuck it up… so I kissed her instead, thinking it would reduce my thoughts of you, but it only confirmed what I already knew…” His voice was raw and strained. My throat was dry now, utterly taken aback from his sudden confession. “Knew what?” I managed to whisper. “that I’m getting obsessed with you, Bowie.” He pressed his forehead against mine. Then his hand came up to cup my face. "You are the first person I have let in since my mom died," he

"Isn't it a good thing if you die? At least then I might be able to carve out a sum of money under the title of the Caro widow. That's way better than being locked up here by you." Enzo looked at her and suddenly asked, "Was there ever even a single second where you truly loved me?" Sofia looked as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. She laughed until her shoulders shook. "Love? Enzo, don't tell me you're only just now realizing what I loved was your money, your status, and your last name? As for you—" She slowly raised her head, her eyes brimming with pure malice. "I've long been sick of the sight of you."

“No Darren do not say that. Do not ever say that. You are lying. You cannot love me and say you want them dead. You cannot. Love does not kill. Love does not destroy. Love does not punch until the person screams. Love does not make me bleed until I can barely breathe.” “You are not obsessed with me. You are obsessed with hurting me. You are obsessed with control. You are obsessed with power. You are obsessed with watching me crawl and break and shatter. That is not obsession. That is not love. That is sickness. You are sick. You are twisted. You are evil.” My tears poured so fast I could barely see him but I still saw that smile. That smile that made my stomach twist until I wanted to throw

His mouth crashes into mine again And then he’s lifting me pressing me to the tile, entering me again with no warning. “Tell me what you are,” he growls. “Yours,” I cry. “Yours…..fuck only yours—”I groan out and He fucks me through it. In the water under the steam and In the haze of something darker than lust, sharper than love. Obsession.

“No more fear of the future. Just us. Right here. Right now.” He made love to me against the railing, the city sparkling below. It was passionate and deep, a perfect blend of our old fire and our new tenderness. I came with his name on my lips and tears of joy in my eyes. He followed, holding me like I was the most precious thing in his world. --- As we lay in bed later, the baby monitor glowing softly, Lucian traced lazy patterns on my bare shoulder. “I used to think obsession was enough,” he said quietly. “Now I understand that love is obsession plus choice. I choose you every single day. The mother. The partner. The woman who still melts when I call her my good girl.”