Romantic Obsession Novels & Stories

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'll say it bluntly, I'm not obligated to put up with these things, I know I said I wouldn't stress myself out, but damn, the bitch is hitting on Oliver in front of my face! The little smile that the bitch had on her face dies and she leaves the room without saying a peep. “Slutty little woman, I bet she’s like your ex-wife, I bet that bitch’s pussy was blinking at the sight of you, I should have stuck my hand in her face, these bitches only learn by being beaten,” I say irritated. “Calm down, let her go little one, you know I love you, you are more beautiful, fragrant, and delicious than any woman in this world, that shit doesn’t reach your feet.” He says and gives me a passionate kiss.

Ican't be in a monogamous relationship with someone who's my prisoner. "And yet here we are," Matteo observed. "You've effectively made yourself faithful to a woman who didn't ask for your fidelity, who probably doesn't want it because somewhere in your damaged brain, sleeping with others started feeling like betrayal." "Stop," Luca said, running his hands through his hair. "You're making this sound romantic when it's just..." "Just what?" Matteo challenged. "Just obsession? Because obsession doesn't usually include fidelity. Obsessed people take what they want whenever they want it but you've stopped taking anything from anyone except the one person you can't actually have freely."

He looked at me like I was the strangest creature alive, then finally gave a small nod of agreement. “I’ll get going first. Don’t want to keep Roman waiting.” My tone was light and airy, but also calculated. At the mention of Roman, his fists clenched. His jaw locked. His nostrils flared as he exhaled like he was trying to smother a fire inside him. The reaction made me smile. Yes! “That’s not love, Sav.” His voice was tight, almost bitter. “That’s obsession. There's something about that guy.” I plastered on my brightest, fakest smile. “Lucky me. I’ve always craved the obsessive type of love.”

Do I look that *'I-have-no-man'? I mean I am, but it's kind of rude he just assumed it. I fiddled with my sleeves, brain blank, mouth dry. No clue how to respond. But he wasn't done. Of course he wasn't. *"We've traveled together. Shared rooms a hundred times. Worked insane hours. You're efficient. I'm stable. Neither of us has time for romantic circus nonsense."* He paused, locking eyes with me. *"So yes — you're the most convenient option for me. And realistically, I'm the most secure option for you."*

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.

He whispered, and I could feel the comfort of my wolf via his touch, tickling my skin. “You are the obsessed one. Sometimes, the thing about being obsessed isn’t about feeling love in an unhealthy way; rather, it’s about feeling hate, and that is both your attraction and your addiction. That description does not fit me. Who exactly is obsessed at this point?” I accidentally let it go, and I could see him gritting his teeth. He must be bothered by the things I say. He let me go, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Is that your victory?” He asks while laughing it off.

Brett pleaded, putting his hand on my arm, his eyes welling with tears. “It’s so toxic, Brett, and it’s crazy how you don’t realize that,” I mumbled, shrugging him off me. “We don’t love each other…we’re just two people who work together, see each other every day, and convince ourselves that we do, when in reality, we just don’t want to be lonely…” “But I do love you…” Brett breathed. “This isn’t love, Brett, we’re both so miserable.” I swallowed. “Maybe this undercover job is what I need. A chance to get out of town…focus on myself, and find myself again.” I shook my head. “And put criminals behind bars while I’m at it.”

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

Roman—as I call him, would care about nothing if it came to the fame of the Roman Family. I would also have a normal life with a normal boyfriend if it wasn’t for his over-possessive nature. It was unfair, and it was completely wrong. I didn’t even know what my life was and what it was going to be when he stepped into it. Everything he did with me, to me, and for me, was completely wrong. Still, he felt to be the only right thing in my life. Was it love? Or just some kind of plain, creepy obsession? _______________ ______________________