Novel & Cerita Obsessive Love Stories

I sniffed her neck to inhale that flowery smell I had always loved. With one hand holding her legs and the other supporting her back, I carried her slowly to the bed to avoid waking her up. Earlier, I had to pull away because I could feel my demons coming out. I couldn't help but hate myself at that moment. Looking deep into her eyes, it felt like I was a demon trying to corrupt an angel. As much as I wanted to be lost in her eyes, I was starting to doubt the chances of her ever loving me. Was I undeserving of love or happiness?

t and likely kill Johnny himself, not Layla, with her gossipy nature and sharp eyes, not the old men with their rambling stories and leering eyes that seemed to miss noth- ing. It was their secret, a dangerous, intoxicating !re that they fed in stolen mo- ments and couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how much trouble it promised, no matter how many warnings they gave themselves. Tonight, it felt even more dangerous than usual, the air thick with unspoken longing, heavy with the weight of their shared secret. She could feel it thrum- ming in her veins, a restless energy that made her hands tremble slightly as she wiped down the bar,

“But it’s for all of us. If one of you doesn’t marry him, he’ll shut down all our companies and leave us with nothing. I wanted to talk to Amy, but she has a boyfriend and she wouldn’t listen to me. You’re my last hope… please don’t say no.” Emma’s voice broke as she tried to kneel in front of Jenny, but Jenny quickly grabbed her hands. “No! No, please don’t kneel,” Jenny cried. “I’ll do it. I’ll marry him. Just… don’t do that.” Emma’s eyes glistened. “Thank you, dear.” “I’ll endure whatever happens to me,” Jenny whispered, though her heart shook. “I believe every man has a weakness… and maybe one woman can change him, no matter how tough he is.”

I started reading and I felt chills: “Dear Kim, I have to admit that I have loved you from the first moment I met you, you are intelligent, cautious and passionate, there cannot be a more perfect woman in the world than you. I know you reciprocate too, but you are afraid to accept your love for me, surely you feel that you are not going to be reciprocated and that is why you act like that, nothing is further from reality. I just want you to open your eyes and see that we are meant to be together.”

Little did the poor girl know that he will become her crush when she would grow up and her biggest nightmare when she would meet him again after seven years of separation. She had attracted the attention of a devil who had already promised himself to keep her forever. According to him the innocent angel was his to keep and his to cherish. The moment he laid his eyes on her she became his possession. Who knew she would become his deadly obsession when she would be taken away from him by her father.

Diana sat in her office with the report of Tanvi in her hands. She is going through all the aspects of Tanvi in detail from her childhood to till date. While Diana is gazing, Tanvi's love story with Dhruv attracted her. Diana even got to know about her depression and the treatments she took for years. It seemed suspicious to her with the events that took place in her life at that time and ordered Farhan to dig in about their past love story.

“I have already told you that it is a marriage by convention.” “What do you mean, that he is your lover? Not even dead! I already told you if you intend to continue with your obsessive-compulsive disorder, I'll leave right now, and the story that I'm yours, swallow it whole, please don't be so crazy!” Camille leaves Andy's office, making things clear from her point of view, for him everything was still confusing, she was right, she had a problem and she had to deal with it, she had never felt something like that for a person.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

He walked out of my office understanding the task at hand, I piped my shisha, and feeling my glass of wine, filled with my thoughts, my cell phone right, ignoring who it was, but it didn't stop ringing, I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket "Hello, sweetie, my baby face, cute, handsome man" "Hi Stephanie, how are you doing?" Stephanie is my girlfriend and we'll be having our sixth dating anniversary this year, she refuses to get married until she's done with her studies, and passing bar exams in other to have a license to practice law, her dream is working in a big law firm and be a respectable lawyer in British and I can't stop Stephanie from pursuing her dream, knowing the kind of job