Obsessed Or In Love Novels & Stories

“If that is what love is to you that’s fine but I am obsessed with you Elise.” “Do you know what obsession is, Elise?” My eyes widen but Sirius eyes stay focus on mine, unwavering and certain. “Do you know what it's like to have someone consume your thoughts day in and day out? To have every moment tainted by the fear of losing them? For someone to be the oxygen you breath?” He whispers leaning in closer, his lips hovering over mine. “No you don’t because you think I just love you. You think when it comes to a man devoting themselve to a woman that love is enough.”

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

From a one night stand, we spent more than one night at a time, to getting engaged so that she would be free from the demands of marriage. Was our relationship just an obsession? Sex? Or was it what I can call and believe in now? "Sorry ...." I got up from the sofa we were sitting on to reach for the glass of mineral water on the table. Before drinking, I shook my head as I said, "I swear, I'm confused. I don't know what kind of woman I'm in love with." Love? I wasn't even sure what love itself looked like this time. I was increasingly afraid that the people around us would become the next victims of an obsession forced under the pretext of love.

I held back the tears that clogged my eyes. He smiled. “Our love is a cycle of violence and desire. It is not a pure type of love.” His tone was even, his voice composed. “Seriously?” I asked. “Yes. Love is a beautiful thing however, I don't believe in it anymore. Talking of obsession… It's damn real. I can love you today then tomorrow, I may stop loving you but my obsession for you can never come to an end. Obsession is more powerful than… Love.” He spoke with a calm, measured tone while he stared into my eyes.

"That's all I am." "It's complicated." "No, it's not," Elena said quietly. "You hate me. But you want to fuck me. And that's tearing you apart." "Don't reduce this…" "To what? The truth?" Elena stepped closer. "I know exactly what I feel." "And what's that?" "I love you," Elena said simply. "I've loved you since I was fifteen. I loved you when I left. And God help me, I love you now." Dante went still.

“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.”

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

He whispered, and I could feel the comfort of my wolf via his touch, tickling my skin. “You are the obsessed one. Sometimes, the thing about being obsessed isn’t about feeling love in an unhealthy way; rather, it’s about feeling hate, and that is both your attraction and your addiction. That description does not fit me. Who exactly is obsessed at this point?” I accidentally let it go, and I could see him gritting his teeth. He must be bothered by the things I say. He let me go, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Is that your victory?” He asks while laughing it off.