Obsessive Love Stories Novels & Stories

“Love does not kill like this.” James said nothing. “That is not what love is.” The voice got quieter, not louder, which somehow made it land harder. “Love is what those two alphas has for me. That is love — something that sees you and chooses you and doesn’t need you to be the only one of your kind to feel safe. That is love. What you feel—” a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.”

He would tell me that he was doing this for me. For us. There was a fading line between love and hate, it was hard to understand the territory you were standing in. Psychologists often say that obsessive love is worst than hate. I could understand why now. You see, the thing with hate is that it's so clear. In the sense that if you hate someone, you don't care if you hurt them, in fact, their hurting brings you joy, whether you want to admit it or not. You think they're getting what they deserve.

He licked the corner of his lips and moaned. "She tastes incredible," he pushed as he slid a finger into her. “ Fuck, and very tight.” My fists clenched. "I said enough." He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You okay, man?" No. I wasn't okay. Because this hadn't worked. This hadn't made me want her less. It had made everything worse. I wanted to throw him out instantly and have Aria pinned against the wall. Have her reminded of who exactly she belonged to. But I couldn't. Because that would mean admitting the truth. That I was obsessed with her. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

Instead, there was a restless vulnerability, an almost helpless expression. "Why do you always think about losing me, Cassian?" Adrian asked, his voice softening a little. "I'm not going anywhere." "Because I know what I am," Cassian said, placing his hand on Adrian's cheek, his thumb gently brushing over the cheekbone. "I am obsessive. I am possessive. Ever since I got you, I spend every single moment terrified of losing you. This isn't a normal love, Adrian. It's almost like a sickness."

"Besides, it's not like you can actually break up with him because of me. Unless you're planning on letting all hell loose. If he could kill two people for you in a space of two weeks, then he's obsessed. Which is strange because, you know, his 'romance and emotional entanglement are bad for business' code. But it seems he really loves you if he's going against that." "I don't think what we have is love." I cringed. "What do you mean?" She frowned. "I'm saying 'love' is such a strong word. It's more like we're obsessed with each other than crazily in love." I shrugged as I sat on the bed. "Obsessed, love, what's the difference? They are literally the same thing it’s just that one is spelt wi

Left alone with his obsessions, Ejay was forced to confront the consequences of his actions, realizing the damage he had caused in his relentless pursuit of love. In the end, Ejay's obsession with winning Gia's heart at any cost had not only driven her away but had also cost him the genuine chance of building a healthy relationship based on mutual respect and trust. It was a hard-learned lesson about the thin line between love and obsession, leaving Ejay to reflect on the true meaning of love and the importance of respecting boundaries.

I looked forward, placing my elbows on the counter and resting my chin on my folded hands. “I just have a question.” I said nothing to that and nodded after a while. “Is it really love?” I stilled, turning to him very slowly. He stared at me, his expression serious. “What?” “Is it really love, Alexander?” he repeated, like I didn't hear him the first time. “Of course it’s love! What else would it be?” “An obsession. An addiction. Trust me, they can be similar, but they’re very different. And those two are not healthy, Alexander. They’re dangerous.”

“You don't really know who I am Ryan. Let me go. I can't do what you're asking for. I can't commit. But you can always f*ck me. “ I muttered, of course dripping again. I wanted him now, not his heart but his d!ck. That huge cock in between his legs—I don't need his love. “Ella. I’ll f*ck you. But I want to be doing that to you as my woman.” “Well then goodbye,” I said, struggling to wriggle free again but he wouldn't let me. “Tell me what the problem is. I can see you love me too Ella. What's the problem? Why are you rejecting us?” he muttered and I raised my brows. How do I love him? What was love to this guy? Just f*king him once? Why was he being delusional.

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

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.