Obsessed Or In Love Novels & Stories

my all power drained. she was a fairy ....my fairy...she was mine... the only mine...oh my God... if she had a boyfriend or husband ....no problem I would kill him and made her mine...now she became my obsession ...my possession... I grinned foolishly...hehe ... I knew...she was the one... not only I claimed her also made her my wife and my baby's mom...I could see my future...now it's time to make you mine fairy.....💟💟

Freddie answered. "It means?" "There is like just like. There is something that leads to obsession. There is love that is love. And there is love that is based on obsession. So which like and love do you mean?" Abigail frowned. "Mm... a kind of like where our heart beats faster than usual when we see that person. Then we wish we could keep seeing him. Waiting for his message; who knows when it will come in? Or beating just by getting a greeting from him?"

My brain was spinning so hard I thought it would explode. He loved me. He was obsessed with me. He said it like I was supposed to feel something, like I was supposed to melt because he called it love, while he was killing what was inside me. How can anyone love and want death in the same breath. How can anyone call it obsession and laugh while blood pours from me. “No,” I sobbed.

“I have no idea. I’ve never fallen in love before.” Typical. I was about to reach for the files again, when he went on. “I wouldn’t call it love. If I could define it better, I’d say it’s more like an obsession.” I arched a brow but stayed quiet, letting him explain. “It’s like when someone finds something too good for him. Something he has no right to, but he wants to claim it, keep it, ruin it for everyone else so no one else can touch it. That’s what obsession is. And that’s what you feel for Violet.” Alec said. “It can go two ways. Obsession can fade, or it can grow until it becomes something else. Maybe even love.”

After over a week without touching her in any way and watching her easy interaction with the other students and professors, the craving for her hit him hard, after claiming a mate, whether chosen or fated, they rarely go more than a few hours without touching each other. Later, when Isadora walked into his lecture room, her Omega scent, which called to all males, called to him more as he had verbally claimed her as he fucked her, hit him, and his cock went instantly painfully hard. Ignoring her and her effect on him as much as possible, he commenced his lecture. However, by the end of the hour, his cock was throbbing so painfully that he was close to kicking everyone out early. Luckily, it w

In his head, I was like him — no-nonsense, efficient, emotionally economical. It would be convenient for me too. Safe. Predictable. Stable. But where did love fit into all this? He wasn't a man with time or energy for emotions. He had made that very clear. He'd even said it himself — *if we fall in love, we'll go with the flow.* *If.* As if love was some optional feature you might accidentally unlock. And realistically? He wasn't going to fall for me. Men like him didn't fall — they calculated.

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

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

She uttered while pecking his nose bridge and then finally gazed into his silver gaze. "You made me your obsessor, Arzal. An obsessor who's in need and desires to be your obsession because… " She halted and pecked his lips. "Your obsession is more beautiful than any kind of love and that is the reason I had never asked you that whether you loved me or not, in our past," Arzal silently heard her and then saw her beaming. "Because I have understood your love could leave me broken but your obsession won't even think about leaving my broken pieces,"

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims