Obsessive Love Book Novels & Stories

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.

“No Darren do not say that. Do not ever say that. You are lying. You cannot love me and say you want them dead. You cannot. Love does not kill. Love does not destroy. Love does not punch until the person screams. Love does not make me bleed until I can barely breathe.” “You are not obsessed with me. You are obsessed with hurting me. You are obsessed with control. You are obsessed with power. You are obsessed with watching me crawl and break and shatter. That is not obsession. That is not love. That is sickness. You are sick. You are twisted. You are evil.” My tears poured so fast I could barely see him but I still saw that smile. That smile that made my stomach twist until I wanted to throw

“I lost everything because I fell for you, Ophelia. My family, my future, my sanity. I don't want a clean slate. I want you. Nothing else.” I swallowed hard, my throat feeling like it was lined with sandpaper. In any other circumstance—in a world where we were just two normal people—I might have felt a surge of happiness at the thought of a devotion so absolute. But this wasn’t devotion. It wasn't the kind of love they wrote about in poems. What Max held for me was a dark, jagged obsession born of hatred, betrayal, and four years of psychological rot. It was a sickness. And now I could see it in complete clarity.

Obsession demanded Maxwell love me back, regardless of what that cost him or anyone else. I’d spent years choosing obsession over love, and now I’d lost everything—including the right to call what I felt for Maxwell love at all.

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

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—"

“Love does not kill like this.” James said nothing. “That is not what love is.” The voice got quieter, not louder, which somehow made it land harder. “Love is what those two alphas has for me. That is love — something that sees you and chooses you and doesn’t need you to be the only one of your kind to feel safe. That is love. What you feel—” a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.”

I leaned back in my chair and let out a soft sigh, “We know he's fine, he just needs some time to get over or accept the truth.” Chris frowned, “We know that time will never come. He's really obsessed with you.” Now that he called it obsession, it turned me off really more. Obsession and love were two different things. Perhaps because he couldn't have me, he kept obsessing over me all because he wanted to win. So what if we eventually become a couple? What if the whole competition comes to a stop? Would his love for me reduce or he would just treat me like every other person?

“I watch you sleep and my chest aches with how much I need you breathing beside me. I’d burn the world down just to keep you safe. I’d kill a thousand times over if it meant waking up to your eyes on me.” “You’re not my captive, babygirl….. you’re my reason for existing. My wife. My everything. Please… let me show you how deep this goes. I’m obsessed, yes. Madly, dangerously so. But it’s love. Twisted, dark, all-consuming love that would destroy me if you left.” Tears stung my eyes. My heart raced so hard I felt dizzy. Part of me- the foolish, aching part wanted to give him that chance. To believe the sweet vulnerability in his voice, to let his obsession wrap around me like a dangerous embr

She was diagnosed with OLD or Obsessive Love Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder. The Obsessive Love Disorder is the patient condition (probably mental illness) with an extreme obsession where she thought that she was in love, protective, and very much control on the lives of certain people while the Borderline Personality Disorder was closed to bipolar disorder, but it's characterized by disturbance with a self-image couple, that caused severe mood swings, anxiety, and depression. The girl was crazy enough to kill too.