Novel & Cerita Obsessive Romance

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

Olivia yalled “...” “What about our relationship!” Olivia continued. “That was in the past” Jeremy said letting out a growl his wolf was getting out of control. Mark was a Gamma who listened and obeyed his alpha but at this point he stood and watched speechlessly he was never aware of any sort of relationship between them. “Including the times we kissed and had sex!” Olivia cried,she fell to the ground and cried her heart out. ==========

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?

,, Taapur ate in silent and thought how to deal the situation of her life Mostly how to deal Cracked , Obsessive , mad ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE Taapur understood him but sometimes his Obsessiveness broke her . Taapur knew that Abhimanyu was different from other man and It was not that he didn't understand romance . It was that no one liked his version of Romance . Complete Obsessive Type . . It was simple and to the point without wrapping in any colourful envelope . It was neither a promise , nor a romantic poem and there was nothing more beautiful than words in the world and yet there were also the most vicious

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

It feels like I’m losing my mind inch by inch, like the absence of her is its own kind of madness clawing at my skull. Sometimes I wonder what kind of disease or spell Anya Sokolova has cast over me. Because this obsession didn’t start slow it hit me like a bullet to the chest. One encounter during Roman’s wedding wedding, just one look into those soft, startled eyes, and I was a goner. A seasoned mafia man undone in a single breath by a woman who doesn’t even know the damage she’s causing. And God help me…I still can’t get enough.

I took a sip of wine, trying to steady myself. “Most grooms start with ‘I promise to love and cherish,’” I managed. He stretched an arm along the back of the sofa behind me. Not touching but close enough to cage me in. “I don’t want most grooms’ vows,” he said. “I want vows that make people believe I’m capable of obsession.” My pulse fluttered. “Obsession isn’t romantic.” “It is when it’s mutual.” The words hung heavy between us. I shifted, crossing my legs. The hem of my dress rode higher, and his gaze followed lingering.

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."

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

And once I’m done, you will belong to me… Only to me! Rowan returns his lips to hers, continuing his dominant kiss. Calista hadn’t realised or even noticed the depth of his obsession for her until now, believing he was just her best friend. Realising how Rowan was going to claim her, she pulls at his hold on her wrists and tries to move her hips to not only dislodge him but move away, unfortunately, it didn’t work, as it only makes him want inside her more. Not being able to back off now or stop himself, Rowan places both her wrists in one hand before sliding the other down her arm over her breast and hip to hook it under her thigh, pulling it up and over his shoulder.