Story Love Obsession Novels & Stories

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

"They'll both realize you're not worth the trouble you bring. The family drama, the scandal, the chaos that comes with your baggage is not everyone can handle. And you'll have nowhere else to go but back into my arms. Won't you?" I stared at him, my heart pounding, and suddenly something clicked into place. Something about the way he was looking at me... not with love, not even with genuine desire. He looked at me like he wanted to possess me. With Obsession. His need went far beyond normal emotion. "Why are you so obsessed with me, Chase?" I asked, calmer but more pointed. "This can't be love. This isn't what love looks like. Is it the money you're looking for? My father's business connecti

What was happening? His other hand cupped my cheeks, as he planted a soft kiss on my lips. It felt better and more intense than earlier. I still wanted more. He deepened the kiss, swaying his head left and right as I placed my tightened fists on my thumping chest. “You smell like flowers. My favourite scent,” he spoke, breaking the kiss. I didn't understand his obsession with my perfume. He sniffed my neck, inhaling more of it as his fingers trailed my neck down to my chest. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for whatever will happen.

Raven "I am completely fine. Now leave me and get out of my room. I don't wanna see your face." Neil "That's why I switched off the lights. Now listen to me. You are mine and Only Mine. I have lost a lot of things just to be with you. I got Obsessed for you just the way you were Obsessed for me. I want you and I want no one else. Stop behaving like a child. You still love me. Why don't you accept me?"

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.