Obsessive Love Book Novels & Stories

She leaned into me, lips brushing my temple, whispering, “Then let’s win it together, Sebastian. Nothing else matters. Not him. Not the board. Not the world. Just us.” I pressed my lips to the top of her head, letting the intensity of my obsession, my protection, and my desire fuse into one undeniable truth. “Just us,” I repeated. And in that repetition, in that affirmation, I knew it wasn’t just survival or strategy—it was love. Dangerous, obsessive, unyielding love. And nothing—no rival, no betrayal, no force—would ever break it. The security monitors flickered, and in one frame, a shadow moved silently past the perimeter of the building—someone already inside.

Thus, it will cause discomfort for one party. The reason was revealed by Dr. Borg told Bustle that, "In obsession, we take a mixed or anticipatory mix of anxiety emotions and shift them into our thinking." So that when someone is afraid of losing, then he will make sure he will not be abandoned by one way of asking for a commitment bond that is too fast in the relationship. • Love is being yourself, but obsession is doing it to get approval. According to relationship expert Marni Kinrys, love is reciprocal. Without being asked or consciously giving and receiving have the same degree in the relationship. But it's different when someone lives it just because of obsession.

"Besides, it's not like you can actually break up with him because of me. Unless you're planning on letting all hell loose. If he could kill two people for you in a space of two weeks, then he's obsessed. Which is strange because, you know, his 'romance and emotional entanglement are bad for business' code. But it seems he really loves you if he's going against that." "I don't think what we have is love." I cringed. "What do you mean?" She frowned. "I'm saying 'love' is such a strong word. It's more like we're obsessed with each other than crazily in love." I shrugged as I sat on the bed. "Obsessed, love, what's the difference? They are literally the same thing it’s just that one is spelt wi

"Henry has never been in love before. Plus, he's straightforward and doesn't know how to talk properly. There's no need to cry." Joey thought that Henry just didn't love Tessa enough. Otherwise, how could he say such things? Tessa's eyes were swollen and red. Her tears continuously streamed down. "I know he doesn't like me. Maybe he just agreed to the relationship because I pursued him." Joey patted her shoulder. "In love, if one person is too proactive, the other will seem passive. The fact that you dared to love already makes you braver than many." "What's the point? He doesn't care about me at all." Tessa sniffled.

So why don't you just accept it? ''''Oh really???? Why should I accept a lie???? It was all a manipulation and you blackmailed me. You are a mean person.'''' ''''I had no choice.. I love you Yukti and You know that. I just....'''' ''''Love??? Really??? No Abhi... That wasn't love.. that was just for the satisfaction of your ego. You couldn't bear me getting married to anyone else and rejecting you so you did this. You are so self obsessed Abhi.''''

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.

I didn’t. My two lovers are obsessed beyond reason with me. It shows in everything they do. The way they escort me to and from class, help me with projects, encourage me. Their obsession is in the two sets of hands that wash me in the bathtub, usually right before those same hands drag me out with lustful intention, positing me how they need me. It’s in the way they never let a day pass without telling me how much they love me, while I’m eating breakfast on one of their laps, sunbathing in the backyard or sketching designs in my notebook.

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

“Haaaa. Love. Lust. Sex. He says, shaking his head. “Those things can be confusing, especially for a little girl like you.” “I’m not little. I know more than you think.” His eyes darken and I swear the heat in the room, heightens. “I stand corrected. Would care to show me just how much you know?” He runs his eyes down the length of my body. “Or are you too in love?” “Yes. I am in love.” I repeat to his face. I can do this. “Rio isn’t going to like you touching me.” “Isn’t he now?” He tilts his eyebrow. “But you see I haven’t touched you. Yet.”