Obsessive Love Stories Romane & Geschichten

When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine once more. “I love you.” The words were barely louder than the wind. My breath caught. Killian Moretti… The man everyone feared… Had just confessed the one thing he had never allowed himself to feel. “I love you too.” His eyes closed. For just a second. As though hearing those words healed something broken inside him. Then… His expression changed. Instantly. The softness disappeared. His head tilted slightly. “What is it?” I whispered. He held up one finger. “Listen.”

"So why waste your precious time on me? Shouldn't you be trying to seduce Dante faster? Working harder to get him to marry you so he can finally let go of me?" Victoria gasped. Isabelle's face went white, then red. Elena moved closer, her voice dropping to cold and dangerous. "I will not let you or Victoria walk over me anymore. I am not pathetic. I am not a loser." She tilted her head, her smile sharpening. "And I will not fight over a man you two are passing around like a joint at a college party. Friends indeed." The implication hung in the air, thick and toxic. The suggestion that Isabelle and Victoria had both slept with Dante, that they were trading him between them like some sordid ga

she muttered, her voice low, trembling with disgust and disbelief. He didn’t even flinch. “It *is* love.” His voice was calm—too calm—and that made it worse. “But not the kind you read about in fairytales. Mine doesn’t sit quietly in a corner waiting for a chance. Mine claws. It devours. It haunts.” He took a step closer, eyes dark and sharp. “It’s love, Asha. Just a version that bleeds into obsession and crosses the lines good men don’t go near. But it’s still love. It’s just—*mine*. On my terms ”

Lovelyn said. "You did, you stole my man from me, you took Richard from me and I hate you for that, I hate you for rubbing it on my face how so in love you are with him, I hate you for showing off how precious you are to him and I'm tired of it" she shouted as Lovelyn almost got afraid because of her obsessed nature, she has read many a times about being obsessed with someone and how far the person can go just to be with the person. Fear creeped into her at the realization that the obsessed lady in front of her might actually kill her just to achieve her aim. Lovelyn's POV,

Zayn said calmly with a pain in his eyes. "Then trust me, it's the most foolish reason I've ever heard, being possessive shows how much you loves your partner, obsession you say, if you're obsessed with her in a bad way, things would be different, so this must be a healthy obsession, being obsessed of one you love will never be wrong, and also Zayn overbearing is all about how you handle the one love, till today I didn't feel you overbearing, you demands love it's your right and I'm happy to give you the amount of love you want, so I'm the only choice for you" she chuckled.

"We will go out for Halloween, just you and me." A gentle smile curled on her lips. "Then now, I want you to tell me our love story. I can't sleep because you're beside me." Louis delved into their love story, starting with their tumultuous beginning. "We had a one-night stand. That night, you left me feeling a sense of longing I had never experienced before." He paused, observing her heavy eyelids, and continued, "Then we met again at the company, where I was your boss." As he recounted their tangled tale, Vivian's breathing evened out, her eyelashes fluttering on her cheeks as she edged toward slumber. When he reached the part of their journey where their lives became irrevocably intertwin

Present Day. Olivia's POV. People usually talk about what it feels like to be falling for someone. I've never related to that term before, until now. I can't keep my hands off of Jace, I think I might be obsessed with him. Obsession, lust and love are like the three things I've tried to avoid so far but here I am, obsessing over this broken, beautiful man who can throw me out the window whenever his demons tell him to. The thing is, I know that he and I are not gonna work, we're gonna fuck in every corner, fight and scream at each other every night and then one day, one of us is gonna walk away and never look back.

"Henry has never been in love before. Plus, he's straightforward and doesn't know how to talk properly. There's no need to cry." Joey thought that Henry just didn't love Tessa enough. Otherwise, how could he say such things? Tessa's eyes were swollen and red. Her tears continuously streamed down. "I know he doesn't like me. Maybe he just agreed to the relationship because I pursued him." Joey patted her shoulder. "In love, if one person is too proactive, the other will seem passive. The fact that you dared to love already makes you braver than many." "What's the point? He doesn't care about me at all." Tessa sniffled.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.