Obsessive Love Stories Novels & Stories

My hands fumble with his body packs, did I mention that he has the best manly body shape I’ve ever seen. "I love you, baby." He whispered audibly enough for me to hear as he looked into my eyes with a heated gaze. He leaned in again and kissed me, he softly squeezed my hip before reaching down again. As he whispered something, a thrilling sensational chill went through my body. He hooked up his hand behind my knee, I instantly knew what he wanted to do "Go slow." My voice was incredibly low. I was breathless, he always got me there.

The movement of his thumb across the crown sent a tiny burst of stars scattering behind his eyes, his balls tingling feverishly and swollen. He groaned as Theo’s palm brushed against the swollen skin, pleasure washing through his veins. “So,” Theo continued, “it happened that the editor guy is a rude asshole that’s also annoyingly self-absorbed—“ “What?” Nico rasped in a half-laugh. “What are you doing?” Reaching up, Theo slid his palm underneath his shirt and flicked his nipple. “Telling our story, of course.” “You’re joking?” “No.” “Ha.” Nico licked his bottom lip, insane desire blinding his vision. “How did we even get here?”

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

****** ~NEXT GENERATION BOOKS OF MISTRESS~ HIS VICIOUS LOVE – A tale of dark obsession Aadhvik Richand - Sahita “Call me fucking obsessive bastard but that’s I am for you, my sweet little love.” “Your love for me is insane and my heart is too fragile to match its intensity." HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.”

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

Her voice dropped into a whisper, one that stood out against the silence of the parking lot. “You’ve never wanted anything the way you want her. You want her so badly it keeps you up at night, and you’re realizing more and more that you’d do anything, any number of unspeakable acts, just to keep her safe. Even at the cost of your own soul.” Her eyes darted off to the side, to the door Cole had vanished through. “Love on it’s own is a fragile thing. Do you want to know what makes love unbreakable? A healthy dose of obsession. Obsession drives you to do anything to keep her in your arms, while love drives you to keep her happy and safe. It’s the best of both worlds…” There was something in her

Elena said flatly, trying to move past them. Victoria blocked her path. "Where are you going? We're just getting acquainted." "I'm not interested in girl talk," Elena said. "Oh, this isn't girl talk," Isabelle said, her voice hardening. "This is me making something very clear. Dante and I have history. Real history. Not some childhood infatuation that ended badly." Elena's jaw tightened. "I don't care about your history." "Good," Isabelle smiled. "Then you won't mind acting invisible whenever I'm around. Which will be often, now that I'm back."