Obsessive Love Stories Novels & Stories

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 ”

"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

"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.

arm stretched around me in a hug. I close my eyes I think I am still dreaming of Perseus holding me in his arms in his bedroom I feel happy inside but it soon fades his scent hits me and it i am not in Perseus’s loving embrace I am in the arms of a cruel and twisted monster. I jump up from the bed “what the fuck are you doing sampson get out now” he stretches and rubs his sleepy eyes “you didn’t mind being the little spoon you were moaning in your sleep to my touch. Could it be you subconsciously want me too Esme” I laugh out loud at his thought pattern “ did you just hear yourself sampson I was asleep I really DO NOT want to be with you I have a mate who I want to spend the rest of my days

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when

When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice was hoarse. “You belong to me, Alyssa. Don’t ever forget it.” And as his arms caged me in again, I realized with a sinking heart that Adrian Cruz wasn’t just my husband. He was becoming my obsession too. Adrian didn’t give me time to think. His mouth claimed mine again, hungrier, more demanding. His weight pressed me into the mattress, his heat searing against my skin. “Adrian—” I gasped between kisses, my palms flat against his chest as if I could push him back. But my body betrayed me, arching closer instead, craving his touch.

“I have no idea. I’ve never fallen in love before.” Typical. I was about to reach for the files again, when he went on. “I wouldn’t call it love. If I could define it better, I’d say it’s more like an obsession.” I arched a brow but stayed quiet, letting him explain. “It’s like when someone finds something too good for him. Something he has no right to, but he wants to claim it, keep it, ruin it for everyone else so no one else can touch it. That’s what obsession is. And that’s what you feel for Violet.” Alec said. “It can go two ways. Obsession can fade, or it can grow until it becomes something else. Maybe even love.”

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His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.