Story Love Obsession Novels & Stories

Real close. “You don’t get to mourn her.” I seethed, my grip on him tightening. His tears soaked his cheeks. Pathetic. “I loved her—” “You never loved her,” I spat. “You wanted to own her. That’s not love. That's obsession, you bastard.” It was crazy. I never thought I would differentiate between love and obsession. I had been obsessed at first, but it grew into love, but now it seemed like it was going to be cut short before seeing the light of day.

She uttered while pecking his nose bridge and then finally gazed into his silver gaze. "You made me your obsessor, Arzal. An obsessor who's in need and desires to be your obsession because… " She halted and pecked his lips. "Your obsession is more beautiful than any kind of love and that is the reason I had never asked you that whether you loved me or not, in our past," Arzal silently heard her and then saw her beaming. "Because I have understood your love could leave me broken but your obsession won't even think about leaving my broken pieces,"

“I belong to no one.” His voice was velvet and violence. “Then why did your heart race when you saw me?” She didn’t answer. Because it had. It still did. He circled her slowly. “You’ve tasted shadow. You’ve drowned in pain. And yet you still reach for light. That’s why I chose you. That’s why I love you.” Her heart stuttered. “You don’t know love.” “I know obsession,” he whispered, brushing a finger over her cheek. “And in time, that becomes love.”

His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.

" Did I ever tell you that your eyes tell me beautiful stories? I feel like addicted to them. I lost myself in them. My love. " warning (((Mature content:: Don't read if you are uncomfortable)) He kissed my eyes and Then he kissed my forehead and cheek. He then placed his lips on mine and it was a passionate one. I wrapped my arms around his neck and He held me more tightly. He was sucking them as If never got enough of me. He lifted me up and placed me on the table. He started kissing me again. I was placing my hands on his chest. I was feeling his warmth. I was getting hotter.

When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine once more. “I love you.” The words were barely louder than the wind. My breath caught. Killian Moretti… The man everyone feared… Had just confessed the one thing he had never allowed himself to feel. “I love you too.” His eyes closed. For just a second. As though hearing those words healed something broken inside him. Then… His expression changed. Instantly. The softness disappeared. His head tilted slightly. “What is it?” I whispered. He held up one finger. “Listen.”

"Leave now, I wouldn't want to say something to you I'll regret, please don't interfere in my business, I love you too much to see you cry, I wouldn't want to hurt you with my word, I want no emotional blackmail from you, please leave, I want to be alone" "I understand you "Her response showed her emotions making her voice unstable, she hurriedly walked out of the ward and I could hear the sound of her heels on the corridors as the sound faded slowly away, I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes once again Suddenly, I jerked off from the bed, bowing my head in frustration, pulling my black thick hair, like I wanted it off my head, her teary eyes hunted my imagination like I could see her

“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.”

The pain she felt was never got at her parents' home. From the moment she fell in love with Gabriel, she received only pain and humiliation. Her mother has always suggested not to go for Gabriel, but her love has become her obsession. Addicted to keeping Gabriel only for herself. A desire to be Gabriel's queen. “Don't worry Gabriel, Jennifer will always be with you but that doesn't mean I will tolerate anyone around you. I will not tolerate your affection for another person. I don't know why you are treating that maid so warmly, but it will be alright till sex, just don't let her live.

he murmured, “when you two can help me instead?” Both Maddox and Hayden froze, surprised by his sudden boldness. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with warmth and unspoken want. Kyle’s lips curved into a shy smile before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Maddox’s lips—slow, lingering, and full of trust. When he pulled away, he turned and kissed Hayden next, just as softly, and whispered, “You should kiss each other too.”