Obsessive Love Disorder Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yes. After Melissa filed the restraining order, my father gave me an ultimatum: I get professional help or lose my position in the company permanently. I've been seeing a therapist twice a week for the past six years." Evelyn and Elena exchanged a surprised look. "I was diagnosed with obsessive love disorder,” he continued. “It's a form of attachment disorder where I fixate on people I perceive as needing rescue. I create multiple scenarios in my head where I'm the hero saving them, and I lose sight of them being their own person in the process." "And you think I needed rescue?" Evelyn's voice cold. "I did think that. I was wrong." Adrian forced himself to maintain eye contact. "My therapis

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

The atmosphere in the rehab center started to getting improve day by day, many patients comes clean and was ready to leave the center including their first patient, Tina. Emma was busied everyday up and down into the rehab center she had been become the favorite nurse of most of the patients and she didn’t even mind handling other nurses’ patients at all.

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.

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

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

She says, visibly disappointed, and closes the door. Unable to hold it in, I let the tears fall and sat down on the floor, cringing a little. Nobody knows how humiliated I feel; nobody knows how disgusted and indignant I am for not realizing it, for having lived a lie without knowing. It's been four days since I caught my husband on all fours in our bed, offering himself to a man, and so far, I haven't said a word about it to anyone. I'm in shock, but I think I'll share a bit of my story so that everyone understands how I got here. I was born in New Jersey, and my life wasn't bad or painful at all; my parents are Italian, and they're the best people I've ever met. Mom has always been a cheer

She was struggling hard to hold back her disappointed tears that flooded the corners of her eyes. Her heart broke into pieces because what she aimed for so long had belonged to someone else. She was pretty, tall, sexy, and had accompanied Chin Hwa for years. But, why did he never look at her as a woman? “Love can’t be forced,” said Freud. He had just returned from seeing Chin Hwa. “Heart always knows where it should be anchored.” As a co-worker, Frued had known for a long time the secret of Aleta’s heart. He grimaced when unpredictably a paper ball that Aleta threw with her full power landed right on his forehead.

It's a gradual process, and I was already doing all I could to get her where I wanted her. "Love is an illusion I don't have to offer. What you will experience with me is something far more powerful, something primal and dangerous. It's not love… It's obsession." My lips brushed her jaw, my breath hot against her skin, and she shuddered at my words. What did she think? That I'd tell her I loved her? Fuck, no. I had no love to offer my Kasmine. I had gone past love. What I felt for her now was an obsession. I was scared... So scared that one day, my obsession would become a disorder. That is how obsessed I was with her.