Obsessive Love Books Novels & Stories

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.

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

“I sure have I guess I will leave you to it I know you’ve got a lot on your plate at the moment. Don’t forget it’s movie night tonight 6pm and pot luck dinner I will see you then” She turns and walks out my office and I can’t help but admire that tight plump muscular ass of hers I moan at the thought of her naked under neath me bare skin against bare skin. My wolf pipes up “you’ll regret this our mate isn’t too far away now we need her she is fated to us for a reason as Esme is fated to another. Our mate is the other half of our soul don’t play a hand in the fates it’s not meant to be you need to let her go stop being so obsessive it’s not a healthy obsession”

And there was something beautiful in watching him transform under the weight of love. Alli got up and wandered into the living room, sinking into the couch and curling her legs beneath her. The morning sunlight spilled across the floor in long golden streaks, warming her skin. She rested her hand over her chest and let herself breathe. This place still held the smell of him. The ghost of last night still lingered in her bones. And it wasn’t just sex—not even close. Last night had been something unspoken. Unleashed. Years of tension, regret, and aching love poured into every touch. Every kiss. The way his hands had moved across her body—like he wasn’t just claiming her, but apologizing for ev

He than held her up tightly as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he than closed the shower and took her out of the bathroom while stumbling on his way. He managed to put her on the bed and immediately pushed himself inside her as he was getting out of control from his passion for her that is increasing day by day. Emma’s body was half lying on the bed and half touched the floor she doesn’t mind the discomfort as she was lost in the ultimate pleasure. Their wet bodies rubbed together as Jacob held her thigh and lifted her hip even higher to get deeper into her. She moaned on her deep thrusts. The room was filled with the atmosphere of love. After thrusting deeper inside her, he came.

He had his hand around my neck as I felt his hot breath on my face. "I can fucking snap your neck anytime princess." "Then do it." I hissed out through gritted teeth. He just stayed there. I knew he wanted to hit me, but he didn't. I provoke him on a daily, but still, he won't hurt me. I know in his sick head that he loves me more than anything in this world. I sometimes find myself feeling sorry for him. It's like something bad happened to him in his childhood that has forced him to love too hard and it drives him crazy. It's like he needs me to keep him sane. I know this all sounds off, but it's been over a year. Since he got ahold of me. I have grown a custom to this life. My body betrays

Working as an advocate for mental health, speaking about her obsession and recovery, helping others with similar struggles. “I destroyed my life over someone who didn’t love me,” she told audiences. “Spent years obsessing over a fantasy relationship. Ended up hospitalized, medicated, nearly destroyed.” She’d written a memoir “Obsession: My Journey from Delusion to Recovery” about her stalking, hospitalization, and eventual healing. It was brutally honest about her mental illness and the harm she’d caused. The book found unexpected audience others who’d struggled with obsessive behaviors, families trying to understand mental illness, people navigating recovery.

“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

I never knew electrifying kisses were real until today and I definitely want more than a stupid peck. He's about to turn in the other direction but I pull him back gently and crash my lips on his and he's quick to respond back by deepening the kiss hungrily. Our tongues dance together for what seemed like hours and I wasn't ready to let go. He hands slowly travel around my body and I knew then and there, that they was no going back for me. His smell, his touch, his kisses, everything about this man drives me insane and right now, I don't mind being a little crazy.