روايات وقصص ضمن Obsessive Love Disorder Stories

His expression didn't read agitation like mine did. "That girl is just crazy." He sighed, facing his laptop and continuing whatever work he was doing on it. "You know, she came to the office earlier today claiming to want to have me and stories like that." He chuckled a little. "She's so adamant on that. Her love is frustrating." "Love?" I dropped my phone on the bed. "Don, this isn't love, this is obsession, don't you get?" He stared at me with a raised brow. "Obsession, huh? I've never actually seen it that way but now that you've pointed it out, I guess you're right. It is obsession."

She said to herself but luckily or unluckily, the policeman who was standing right in front of her cell, got a call and left. Jenny sucked her teeth sharply at that and rocked herself back and forth as she was in complete disarray. The thing with obsession is you never know when it turns from love to such a monastery feeling. Where you are capable of doing anything without thinking, even if it's crazy and impulsive and violent. Jenny was in dismay and she just kept reflecting on all her actions, from lying about needing blood just for attention, cutting Lydia's brakes, fleeing the city, doing her helper badly and stealing his jeep, money and valuables, kidnapping and even shooting at the man

“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

Something moved across her face. "You want to talk about wives?" she said. "Let's talk about husbands who message their old school crushes about their marriage problems. Who tells another woman that their wife is never home and the house feels empty, that they need help." She tilted her head slightly. "Who does that David? Who talks to a woman they have history with like that when they're married?" I said nothing. It hit hard. "I was desperate," she said. "I wanted to be close to you. Yes. I engineered it. But you gave me every tool I needed to do it. So don't stand there looking at me like I'm the only villain in this story because we both know that isn't true."

If you like him, I'll go to your house on his behalf and talk to your parents. "It's no use. My parents are stubborn. After he left, they said even worse things. If I weren't still in school, they might have locked me up at home," Tessa said with reddened eyes. "They just want to introduce me to someone's son whom I don't even like." Joey handed her another tissue and asked Monica to give them some space. She then spoke softly to Tessa, "I used to like someone very much. After I married him, everything went wrong. I was oppressed by his elders for three years and could barely even breathe."

he was too possessive on him that he didn't let him be friends with others. he knew about his all things...for the world he was perfect man but in reality he was not....he had some serious mental problems....which can be cured by his loved one... But his parents tried all terms..but things didnt come out well... Then doctor came to know that it can be cured by his love....now which was belongs to his yellow fairy....because for the first time he became mad for this girl...for the first time he wanted a girl ..... he didnt even show him the picture of his fairy...because she was his...

In his head, I was like him — no-nonsense, efficient, emotionally economical. It would be convenient for me too. Safe. Predictable. Stable. But where did love fit into all this? He wasn't a man with time or energy for emotions. He had made that very clear. He'd even said it himself — *if we fall in love, we'll go with the flow.* *If.* As if love was some optional feature you might accidentally unlock. And realistically? He wasn't going to fall for me. Men like him didn't fall — they calculated.

“ I heard the news , I went to your house you weren’t there. Please Apples, tell me it’s all a joke. I went to your finally home, your father confirmed it. I wouldn’t believe it until I hear it from you “ He was still hopeful. Lilian crumbled to the floor sobbing as she remembered how they met. She was at a grocery store going through the fruits and vegetables isle when they bumped into each other. She was there to pick some apples and so the nickname stuck. He invited her for coffee and ever since then , they had been an item. “It felt like love at first sight” Lilian would tell anyone who was willing to listen. As she sobbed on the floor , she played another voicemail “ I saw the videos… I

"Mr. Grey's actions demonstrate a prolonged pattern of stalking, intimidation, surveillance, threats and deliberate attempts to isolate the victim from her family and support system." I looked at Zane. For years, he had called his obsession love. But sitting there, listening to the evidence, I finally understood the difference. Love didn't make you afraid. Love didn't trap you. Love didn't punish you for choosing someone else. Love didn't demand ownership. That wasn't love. It was obsession and obsession always came with a price. During the break, I walked outside because I needed air. Ambrose followed me. "You okay?" I nodded. "I think so."

I was finally being able to overcome all those that had taken me over . I had now attempted that I was in love with a girl that I had thought I hated for all this time. The girl that I had thought making fun of her was the solution to hide what I actually was feeling . The too much love that I was feeling for her . The kind of love that was actually like a kind of obsession that was so hard to over come. That had taken over me and it would not easily be overcame no matter what . It had taken over so greatly that there was no way that I was going to run away from it .