Obsession In Love Novels & Stories

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.

“Because despite everything, you know I’m telling the truth?” “He loves me.” “And I didn’t?” He leaned on the chair, crossing his arms as he looked me in the eye. “Serenity, I’m still crawling toward you despite ruining my life. Isn’t that proof of my love for you?” “No,” I answered, not even thinking twice. “Because that’s not love. It’s an obsession.” And that was the most terrifying part about Hans, even if we’re at a far distance now. He wasn’t pretending. His obsession was real. Every terrifying, unhealthy part of it.

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As proof of how deeply he loved him, how nothing not even a child, not even the family they were supposedly building together—could ever come before Silius in his heart. He hadn't considered, until this very moment, racing through the parking lot toward his car with his pulse hammering and his mind spiraling toward every possible tragedy, that devotion twisted that far out of shape didn't look like love to anyone standing on the outside of it. It looked exactly like what Ryan had called it. Obsession. And now, with Silius missing and the truth of everything finally laid bare between them, Mathew was about to discover just how much damage that obsession had already caused—and how much more it

It can't be. "It's obsession," I answer looking into his eyes. He doesn't look away. I can't get any read on him. "Can't it both?" I don't have an answer to that. He sees the confusion on my face. "I'll prove it to you, and obsession isn't such a bad thing," he says sitting back down. "You have me locked in your house, shackled to the bed and you still think obsession isn't a bad thing?" I ask. "How do you know I don't do all that out of love?" he is really convinced all this is normal. "You don't hurt the person you love," I argue.

RIVER How do you feel when someone you love deeply chooses his best friend over you? How worse can it be for me? Now, I am almost losing my sanity but everything changes when I find myself in an unknown room and my heart dies in my chest when I see my ex's favourite biker — the one he has always been obsessed with, in between my legs and a dark glint on his lips. *** A big smile crawls up my face when Ryker's message pops up on my phone's screen.

He whispered between his teeth, soft but sharp: "No, you said you loved him a lot. Aren’t those feelings? I bet he’s in love with you… if not you with him. Friendship between a male and female is impossible. After closeness, instincts decide fate." His hand slowly slid down lower, tracing confidently and calmly, stirring my body. His touches were light but burning. My body shivered, and I whispered nervously: "Mr. Dorian, please… someone… might see us." I gasped as I heard the sound of a zipper opening.

"I don't know because you won't let me in. Because every time we get close, you pull away or get jealous or act like I'm some possession you need to guard." "You're not a possession." "Then stop treating me like one." "I can't." The admission tore out of me. "I can't because every time I see you with another man, every time someone else makes you smile or touches you or looks at you the way I want to look at you, I lose my mind. I want to tear them apart. I want to lock you away where no one else can reach you." "That's not love, Killian. That's obsession."

"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....

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.