Obsessive Love Book Novels & Stories

Raine's soft gasp, Lilith's quiet exclamation, Michael's sharp exhale, Zadkiel's low hum and the others relief, they all watched, understanding that what held Allistair in check was not reason, not force, not power, but the mad, obsessive love of Lucifer. In the silence of that room, two hearts beat as one and two obsessions, one bound to chaos, another bound to a love so fierce, it consumed all else. The Book of Chaos remained, hovering, alive, dangerous, but for now, its power was tamed by a devotion so mad, so intense, that eternity would shiver before its force.

Alberto stated as he looked Vega in the eyes. "Please forgive all my mistakes! I realized that in this world, you’re the only one I love." Alberto immediately apologized to Vega. "Vega..." Alberto's words made Vega's heart melt. "No one can love me like this other than you. Yes, even though you’re possessive and often annoy me, I still love you. I will love you forever." Alberto's sweet words made Vega's cheeks immediately turn red, and Vega's heart pounded. "Oh! So sweet?!" Vega was embarrassed by Alberto's seduction.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

He saw her everywhere. He needed him the most. And he knew if he left her then his whole world would be crumbled into pieces. He can't take another step in his life without her. He was so dependent on her. So much. That he himself did not have an idea. Still within him resided an unhealthy obsession for her. But not it was overpowered with love. Her absence had made him realize what love was. He loved her. Truly. Passionately. Hopelessly. The only woman who managed to grasp his heart in her claws. He knew he can either crush his heart into pieces and kill him or just deal it with care and give him life. It was all in her hands.

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

She uttered while pecking his nose bridge and then finally gazed into his silver gaze. "You made me your obsessor, Arzal. An obsessor who's in need and desires to be your obsession because… " She halted and pecked his lips. "Your obsession is more beautiful than any kind of love and that is the reason I had never asked you that whether you loved me or not, in our past," Arzal silently heard her and then saw her beaming. "Because I have understood your love could leave me broken but your obsession won't even think about leaving my broken pieces,"

the priest told him "You River Romano do you want Sriste Parker as your Lawful wedded wife??" He nodded then said "I Do.....because You're mine and you'll be mine by consent or force ....you're bound to stay under my obsession for life time... even in presence or even after my death you're mine always mine " .......I shivered at his word...it was extreme obsessive words...my hand started shaking....

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

Chapter 9. She couldn't really say if she enjoyed playing the role or not. True to his word, Vishal had given her more than he promised her. He paid her more than five times of her previous salary but she wasn't happy. She wanted to feel and experience the emotion called love. She wanted to love and be loved. But she knew that with Vishal, that was a lofty dream. It was like she was building castles in the air. The feeling that she would never get him to love her made her despondent and she sunk into depression.