Psychopath Love Obsession Novels & Stories

I warned, hoping he could burst out laughing and say he was only joking, but there wasn’t a trace of smile on his lips, only seriousness. And that was when I fucking knew Maverick wasn’t a sane person, if anything, he is a psychopath, an obsessive one at that. He took a step closer, invading my privacy. Ripping it off like he belonged there. Right in front of me. “Give it a try, Princess. That would only make my obsession about you increase tenfolds.”

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

I held back the tears that clogged my eyes. He smiled. “Our love is a cycle of violence and desire. It is not a pure type of love.” His tone was even, his voice composed. “Seriously?” I asked. “Yes. Love is a beautiful thing however, I don't believe in it anymore. Talking of obsession… It's damn real. I can love you today then tomorrow, I may stop loving you but my obsession for you can never come to an end. Obsession is more powerful than… Love.” He spoke with a calm, measured tone while he stared into my eyes.

It's a gradual process, and I was already doing all I could to get her where I wanted her. "Love is an illusion I don't have to offer. What you will experience with me is something far more powerful, something primal and dangerous. It's not love… It's obsession." My lips brushed her jaw, my breath hot against her skin, and she shuddered at my words. What did she think? That I'd tell her I loved her? Fuck, no. I had no love to offer my Kasmine. I had gone past love. What I felt for her now was an obsession. I was scared... So scared that one day, my obsession would become a disorder. That is how obsessed I was with her.

It was killing him softly. His family was worried about his lifestyle but he had the stubbornness of same old Shehryaar in him. So nobody could convince him to move on and stopping playing with his health. Listening to his heart has always been his pitfall and the pain that followed was unbearable. He wondered if it's the unknown possibilities or the dubiety of taking the plunge. This obsession had him foraging small bits of feeble hope amidst dark globs of despair. But this time he would bide his heart and emotions and witness how he lay bare with love only for her. It's this kind of love that makes you yearn for it, burn in passion for it and maybe one day die for it. In hindsight he wonde

Markson, instead of it being the other way around. "Love has a way of making people act foolishly. I can't believe I'm stooping so low because of love," Daniel reflected, releasing a heavy sigh as he got into his car.

“ Please do not expect anything more in and out of this agreement , I would not and cannot have feelings for you so I suggest you do the same… and I implore you to control your urges and try your possible best to remain faithful for this period. I would hate to be caught in the spotlight when you are found having a lover “ He was so arrogant. It was at that moment , Lilian looked at him in disgust , her anger starting to boil “ Mr. Knight do not insult me!!.I would play my part to the best of my abilities and would follow your rules without a fault” “ Good.. I would just hate it if the police found out about your father’s fraudulent activities” He said threateningly “ Are you threatening me

Her protector like this turning him into a fake tormentor. For the past 9 months. The only thing she could feel was guilt, pain and immense regret. She was dying second by second whenever she heard how that man who did nothing but to respect her being accused of the things he never did. Someone said the right thing. It doesn't take much of an effort for love to turn into an obsession after an unwanted rejection. It was her condition. She indeed got obsessed with her love. She became the destruction. The killer of her own heart. Why. Just why she did that. Why. She ruined so many lives. So many people. So many relations just because she was obsessed with making him as hers.

But Lolita was just like her. “When you’ve completely lost touch with your own self-worth, your very identity, he convinces you that he’s the only one who could ever love someone so wretched. The love he first gave you is a high you remember, and like a junkie you keep doing the drug, waiting for that first rush again. But it never comes. Unfortunately, though, it’s too late. You’re hooked.” “He loved me,” I say pathetically. My doctor gives a sad, slow shake of his head. “Lolita, he was a psychopath. They don’t love.”