Novel & Cerita Love Obsession Books

“You don't really know who I am Ryan. Let me go. I can't do what you're asking for. I can't commit. But you can always f*ck me. “ I muttered, of course dripping again. I wanted him now, not his heart but his d!ck. That huge cock in between his legs—I don't need his love. “Ella. I’ll f*ck you. But I want to be doing that to you as my woman.” “Well then goodbye,” I said, struggling to wriggle free again but he wouldn't let me. “Tell me what the problem is. I can see you love me too Ella. What's the problem? Why are you rejecting us?” he muttered and I raised my brows. How do I love him? What was love to this guy? Just f*king him once? Why was he being delusional.

He suddenly remembered that a very long time ago, Isabella had also stood beside him countless times like this, waiting for him. Back then, she hated the heavy smell of smoke and would always frown and take the cigarette from his hand. Then, she would stand on her tiptoes and kiss him, saying, "You'll live longer if you smoke less. I want you to stay with me for a very, very long time." Enzo closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling hard. When he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was a dark, obsessive gleam. Isabella was alive. That was enough.

"You have me, sweetheart. Always." When he finally pushed into him, Elias cried out—half pain, half pure overwhelming pleasure—and Lucian swallowed the sound with another kiss, rocking into him slowly, carefully, giving him time to adjust. Elias clung to him like he was the only solid thing left in a world falling apart. "That's it," Lucian murmured, thrusting deep and slow. "Good boy. Taking me so well." Every word made Elias tremble harder, made his body sing with need and love and something darker, something vast, awakening inside him.

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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."

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

Not one bit. “‘All great and precious things are lonely,’” I murmur, the words slipping out. “John Steinbeck.” His face stills, and he gives me a long, lingering look, the air between us thicker, intimate. “Is that…is that a compliment from the girl who hates me? Are you saying I’m precious?” Uh… “You do hate me, right?” His eyes hold mine, those baby blues that make me weak, and even though I don’t want to feel desire for him anymore, it rears its head, my senses lighting up at his smell, at our close proximity—

Tristan said coldly, knowing it’s her habit to capture what fascinates her under the name of love. They would never consider the world of imaginations she lives in a reality, it was not acceptable. “You focus on the love stories. Not reality.” Leona nodded with a snicker which made her frown. “Your vacuous minds cannot apprehend the extremity of one’s sensations. The attraction of it.” She hissed, taking out her book to ignore them. Tristan smirked at her statement but decided not to argue with her and hummed in agreement. “Whatever you say, obsession is obsession.” Tristan smirked as they chuckled but puffing when they called their love as love but hers as obsession.

My hands fumble with his body packs, did I mention that he has the best manly body shape I’ve ever seen. "I love you, baby." He whispered audibly enough for me to hear as he looked into my eyes with a heated gaze. He leaned in again and kissed me, he softly squeezed my hip before reaching down again. As he whispered something, a thrilling sensational chill went through my body. He hooked up his hand behind my knee, I instantly knew what he wanted to do "Go slow." My voice was incredibly low. I was breathless, he always got me there.