Novel & Cerita Obsessive Love Book

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

He made her sit in his lap and asked softly. She bit her lip and put her head down, "I am worried you might think of me as clingy." He chuckled, "Silly! No matter what you do, I will be with you. I will even go to the ends of the world for you. Don't ever think like that. I want you to be completely open with me, like an open book." He slowly turned her and kissed her sensual lips. Her body shivered in his embrace, "The way your body responds to my touch, it drives me crazy, baby girl." He whispered seductively in her ear. The couple embraced tightly for a good few minutes.

“I have already told you that it is a marriage by convention.” “What do you mean, that he is your lover? Not even dead! I already told you if you intend to continue with your obsessive-compulsive disorder, I'll leave right now, and the story that I'm yours, swallow it whole, please don't be so crazy!” Camille leaves Andy's office, making things clear from her point of view, for him everything was still confusing, she was right, she had a problem and she had to deal with it, she had never felt something like that for a person.

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I state taking a sip of my coffee. “And what is that?” She asks putting her cup down. “How do you know if it’s love or obsession?” I ask quietly staring down at my cup. “Well in my opinion obsession is more about wanting that person physically with you all the time and if they aren't then you feel like things are slipping away. While love is that even if they aren’t with you physically, you don’t feel void, empty, or restless. You still feel at peace, because you know their yours no matter where they are.”

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!”

Who could have believed that someone could love me with such selflessness and devotion? My love for her was consuming, bordering on toxic and obsessive. A dangerous forbidden love...

"Luca." "Yeah?" "Once I finish cleaning up the mess in Millbrook, I'll buy you a drink." Luca raised an eyebrow. "Just a drink?" Isabella looked at him, and instead of picking up the flirtatious banter, she simply said slowly, "I used to think I could only love one person my whole life. "It took me a while to realize that wasn't true—I was just too foolish, too locked into my own stubborn thinking. Now, I want to learn how to love myself first."

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—"

Elena heard herself ask, her voice sharp. "Someone who belongs in this world," Isabelle said simply. "Someone raised in the life. Someone who understands how things work." She leaned closer to Dante, her hand covering his on the table. "Someone like me." Dante didn't pull away. Elena watched their hands together and felt her heart twist. This is what you wanted, she reminded herself viciously. You wanted to stop loving him. Well, here's your chance. Watch him with her and feel nothing. But she felt everything. And it was killing her.