Obsessive Love Books Novels & Stories

Verin told her, firmly. "But loving one of your Queen isn't a crime" replied Kally, almost arguing. The atmosphere turned gravely cold. There is a chilling cold aura. It was Verin's doing. "It is not a crime but total foolishness. Love is a game that fools play. I am a king, and kings don't have time to love, if I am too fond of Nayla, I can acquire her and make her my favorite Queen, that's all" Verin got up and turned around to leave.

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“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

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.

The eternal love, the hope and promises they talk about were not just out of reach for me, they are mythical. He leaned towards me, his eyes burning with intensity, that flooded fire in my veins and steeled my thoughts from me. "However, if you would want to leave me, I am afraid it is impossible," I could see in the depth of his dark eyes his obsession burning to consume. True love is not just loving someone in blind faith. True love is knowing someone inside out, and still wanting to love them no matter what. I have reached that, I want to love him no matter what. From his eyes, my gaze fell to his soft lips. The moonlight bathed his one side while the other side was dark as night.

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.

His hands traced every curve on her body, exploring every nook and cranny. Soft moans and whispered words of endearment filled the room, the only sound amidst the silence. Their desire for each other intensified with every touch, every caress. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony as if they were made for each other. The room's soundproofing was impeccable, ensuring that only they knew what was happening within its confines. No one else could ever know. Vivian left the office with a radiant smile, her heart overflowing with love. She never imagined that the dream she once thought would result from her longing would become a reality.