Romantic Obsession Novels & Stories

I walked to the casket of both my mother and Caramel, letting out all the words that I needed to let out. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Someone said, patting my back from behind. I didn't bother to further know who the person was when I looked at the person but only nodded and moved away, returning to my seat. Justin, how could you?! I shook my head, still finding it difficult to believe that Justin could murder my loved ones just so he could have me. What sort of stupid obsession was this? Why couldn't he just let me be and let's go our separate ways?

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

"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.

the priest told him "You River Romano do you want Sriste Parker as your Lawful wedded wife??" He nodded then said "I Do.....because You're mine and you'll be mine by consent or force ....you're bound to stay under my obsession for life time... even in presence or even after my death you're mine always mine " .......I shivered at his word...it was extreme obsessive words...my hand started shaking....

He was saying, but got interrupted by her. “Don't let this get to my boss, Daren. He is kind of obsessed with the type of men that I take to my bed, and anytime I ask him why? He says he doesn't want me to get infected,” She rolled her eyes, a huge bile building up in her throat as the moment when she got harassed by Daren at the auction replayed in her head. “He knows how much men are thirsty for you, so he has just been overprotective.” He tried to keep the conversation on a level that won't push her angry buttons.

t and likely kill Johnny himself, not Layla, with her gossipy nature and sharp eyes, not the old men with their rambling stories and leering eyes that seemed to miss noth- ing. It was their secret, a dangerous, intoxicating !re that they fed in stolen mo- ments and couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how much trouble it promised, no matter how many warnings they gave themselves. Tonight, it felt even more dangerous than usual, the air thick with unspoken longing, heavy with the weight of their shared secret. She could feel it thrum- ming in her veins, a restless energy that made her hands tremble slightly as she wiped down the bar,

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.

Light and unbothered. Roman was watching me. I didn’t even have to look to know. “You’re staring again,” I said, my lips curving slightly. “And you love it,” he replied instantly. I turned my head, meeting his gaze. “You’re obsessed.” “Completely,” he said without hesitation. I laughed softly, sitting up and pulling my hair over one shoulder. “You should be ashamed.” “Never,” he said, walking towards me. There was something about the way he looked at me. It wasn’t just attraction. It was deeper. Possessive he has always been the same since we were both just teenagers he never changes still obsessed about me and it made my stomach flip every single time.

I roared at her and she frowned at me, then her beautiful features turned ugly and her dark eyes felt like two dark pits as she advanced on me. “Why do you care so much about him? What? Do you want him? Interested in him? Does the Russian help you feel good at night?! He has been mine since the moment I laid my eyes on him. He will be with me no matter what and if you stood in my way, I won’t even fucking blink when I kill you and keep going. Yes, I want him, yes I want to own him and not even god would stop me from doing that.” Isis roared, and I blinked at her, taken aback by her outburst. And how furious she was just because she thought there was something between me and him?!

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.