Obsessive Love Stories の小説・ストーリー

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

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.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

“Give me a chance to show you. After all this wedding shit settles.” Dominic didn’t answer. He kissed him instead, deep and possessive, rolling Kyle beneath him again. They went slower this round, almost tender—hands exploring, mouths mapping scars and new muscle. Dominic topped once more, eyes locked on Kyle’s the whole time, watching every flicker of pleasure and vulnerability. It felt too real, too close to the love he’d confessed all those years ago. When Kyle finally left near midnight, Dominic lay awake staring at the ceiling. The plan to pull him in deep and then cut him off was working—Kyle was hooked, texting him late that night with a simple *Can’t stop thinking about you*.

Sometimes I tell myself that love is like flowers, it's stunning at the beginning, and over time, this beauty gives way to decadence. Love can sometimes be misleading, and we no longer recognize it. It's like it never existed. I don't know if Paul noticed that his hands were no longer producing the same effect on me, that my body was no longer electrifying at the slightest second. Sometimes, I tell myself that we should take the time to sit down around a table together, even if it means putting a vase overflowing with fresh roses just like things were at the start of our flame, to encourage us, to tell us that everything can go back but do I want to?

I care I never stopped loving But you’re with another I would have stolen you But my heart is heavy and alone My Prince Charming The one I love Where is your heart?? I have searched a million miles but never found your heart Heart Broken :- by- Gabby Vincent ********* (Cassie's POV) “My love, I won't let anything happen to you!” The voice said, filled with love and concern,it was gentle and sweet to the ear,that I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in to hear more.

He fall in love with that rejection and decided to get her at any cost then 4 years he just spend to stalk her and make her save from all those stupid flirty boys who drool over her innocence. Manik was falling in love with her immensely where she was so oblivious, for her head boy chapter was close in those years she doesn't even know what she had done to manik. He become mad in her love and her love become obsession (junooniyat) to him. He left that school but his heart had never forget her. He still loves her very much. He is now 26 so she also must be around 22 and this much difference is ok between couples but for that he had to meet her. He take a cold shower but her thoughts were not

She rushes off, knocking over the pillows, and, a while later, returns with a bottle of coffee. As Allison Clark tries to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, she never expects to find a force like Oliver Grey. From the moment they meet, he exudes a magnetic charisma that is hard to resist. With his seductive charm and overwhelming self-confidence, Oliver is a hurricane that sweeps Allison off her feet. However, beneath Oliver's suave demeanor lies a possessive and jealous billionaire who believes he can control everything with his vast fortune. As he tries to solve Allison's problems with her wealth, she finds herself torn between excitement and the challenges he presents. Together, Al

While the story ends with Feng Xiu and her male lead's happy ever after. This is also one of the reasons why Feng Yan is so frustrated by the book: the male lead only shows up at the very end! The beginning of the book was filled with numerous second male leads embarking on ambiguous sex relationships with the female lead. And no one thought there was anything improper about her smutty behavior?! Anyways, it's an online novel so there isn't a shred of logic or whatsoever. Recalling those dark and depressing memories of the original owner, Feng Yan felt for the first time that she willingly ate shit; and couldn't help but grieve in her heart.