Obsessive Romance Novels & Stories

It had only been a few days of noticing him, really noticing him, and already he was inside me in ways I couldn’t shake. I know what people say about obsession—that it burns fast, dangerous, unsustainable. But they don’t understand. They haven’t heard his laugh. Because once you fall in love with someone’s laugh, you don’t come back. And I don’t want to.

Roman James pulls the car up to the office building. I should be thinking about my meetings this morning, but it’s last night that’s etched into my head. What the fuck was I thinking, having Raven on my lap and touching her in public as I did in that cinema? My behavior around her is not normal. It’s insane. Obsessive. My lack of self-control whenever she’s around me, and the way she begs me to fuck her, and I just do feels like something born from obsession.

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."

he continues quietly, his gaze locked on mine, “I feel it. And all I can think about is how badly I want you. A desire you won't ever be able to understand.” My thoughts scatter. This—this is what he does. He pulls me in, rewires the moment, turns fear into something tangled and dangerous. I can feel it happening, the shift, the pull between us tightening instead of breaking. It was always there, this connection between us, but now.. It’s worse now. Stronger. Like something alive between us, feeding off every word, every glance. I just fed into his obsession rather than tone it down. I just gave him more of me. More emotion. More attention. Just.. more.

“Sorry. Carry on.” I sighed again. “Yes, the guy I went on a date with. We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month and now…he wants more. I want more, but hell, I’m afraid. I don’t want to repeat what happened before. I can already feel it. I’m already more than a little obsessed with him.” “Sometimes love and obsession are one and the same. Sometimes you can’t tell them apart because they’re no different. Love is thinking of someone every day, wanting to be with them all the time, needing to know everything about them. Just like an obsession is.”

No matter if it's a command to attack or to do a mission, she'll work hard to complete either in order to live. Only after dying one knows about the happiness of living. After reading 300 pages or so, Feng Yun only felt like puking blood. ╰（‵□′）╯ The whole novel was filled with Mary sue aura, over-dramatic and DOG BLOOD DRAMA!!!!! DOG BLOOD DRAMA!!!!!!!!!!! DOG BLOOD DRAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahem...Important things should be said three times…

With no space to go further back,she stopped. I moved closer to her ..Man ! The smell of her..She smelled like a fresh flower..My inner bee is so eager to devour that flower.. My breath is giving goosebumps to her entire body..She started biting her lips in nervousness..Shit Riya!! I badly wanted to do that for her.Lust is currently overtaking my mind..That lips belong to me and only i have that right.. This thought reminded me of yesterday's incident on which Riya smiled for that piece of shit...

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

I imagine her name is Isabelle. Isabelle, it's soft, and it's light. If I observe the elegance of her step, I see the lightness in it, that of someone who has left their worries at the office. A wild thought comes to me. Could Isabelle be unfaithful to her man? A small, nothing but mini infidelity of nothing at all. It would be a nice one but quickly forgotten because her man is waiting for her at home. Would she feel guilty like the regrets that gnaw at me? But basically, if I analyze: why have remorse? What are they here for? It was me the day before. I don't think it was a dream. It was my hands that were playing with this new body. I could not have dreamed of a better moment. Or if so, c

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