Obsession In Love Novels & Stories

My eyes wide as I watch him begging him to say it back. “Do you love me too…?” I ask, feeling a little nervous. He releases my face, his hands sliding down and under my thighs as he lifts me and carries me the remaining steps to the bedroom. “Do I love you?” He breathes the words. “There is love, Lana, and then there is obsession.” I frown up at him. “So you are obsessed with me?” He nods his head, his lips parted as he pants. “Love doesn’t seem strong enough to encompass what I feel for you.” he murmurs.

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

The word hung between us. Her eyes went wide. "What?" "You heard me." "That's not love, Alessandro. That's obsession." "Same thing." "No, it's not…." "Isn't it?" I grabbed her face. Forced her to look at me. "Love is wanting someone so badly you'd kill for them. Love is not being able to breathe when they're not near you. Love is losing your goddamn mind when another man touches them." "That's not—"

“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.”

Instead, it made her pulse race with an excitement she didn't fully understand. As Timothy helped her into his car, Nicole couldn't shake the feeling that she was falling into something she might never escape from. And the most terrifying part was that she wasn't sure she wanted to excape from it at all. Timothy Cole was becoming an obsession, and she was powerless to resist his pull. But what Nicole didn't know was that for Timothy, she already was an obsession-one that had started the night he'd claimed her completely, and one that he would never let go.

She wanted to resist, wanted to assert herself, but the magnetic pull of his obsession was suffocating and all-consuming. “You’re trapped in my world now,” Adrian said softly, almost as if confessing. “And the sooner you accept it… the easier it will be.” Her stomach tightened, guilt and fear colliding with a strange, dizzying desire. She hated that she felt drawn to him, hated that part of her wanted the safety and warmth behind the intensity of his dark obsession. He leaned closer, brushing her hair back, eyes blazing with that fierce, dangerous protectiveness. “I know it’s hard,” he whispered. “I know you’re scared. But trust me. Surrendering… giving in… it will feel right. It will feel…

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.

A stranger who had broken her trust, her whole world, and stripped her of the freedom she had so desperately tried to hold onto. Memories crashed into her like an unforgiving tide. The way he had touched her forcefully against her will, the way he had whispered words of love while caging her like a possession, the way he had looked at her with obsession rather than devotion. Every lie, every broken promise, every moment he had twisted her love into something suffocating burned through her mind like a scar she could never erase. This wasn't love. It had never been. "No..." She uttered as her lip quivered.

Sometimes I tell myself that love is like flowers, it's stunning at the beginning, and over time, this beauty gives way to decadence. Love can sometimes be misleading, and we no longer recognize it. It's like it never existed. I don't know if Paul noticed that his hands were no longer producing the same effect on me, that my body was no longer electrifying at the slightest second. Sometimes, I tell myself that we should take the time to sit down around a table together, even if it means putting a vase overflowing with fresh roses just like things were at the start of our flame, to encourage us, to tell us that everything can go back but do I want to?

And once I’m done, you will belong to me… Only to me! Rowan returns his lips to hers, continuing his dominant kiss. Calista hadn’t realised or even noticed the depth of his obsession for her until now, believing he was just her best friend. Realising how Rowan was going to claim her, she pulls at his hold on her wrists and tries to move her hips to not only dislodge him but move away, unfortunately, it didn’t work, as it only makes him want inside her more. Not being able to back off now or stop himself, Rowan places both her wrists in one hand before sliding the other down her arm over her breast and hip to hook it under her thigh, pulling it up and over his shoulder.