Story Love Obsession Novels & Stories

The table was laden with pricey food and beverages. Mason was shocked by Dunn's actions. He let go of Daren's hand and approached Dunn to stop her from killing the girls because it was clear from the expression on her face that she was prepared to do so. The headlines read, "Cold Mason has fallen in love with an ordinary girl," and almost everyone pulled out their phones to take pictures of them as he drew her closer to him romantically. As she and Mason left the auction hall, Dunn blushed a little and bowed her head. The day was still quite bright, so Dunn considered going home right away and getting ready for work, but Mason had other ideas.

No expensive makeup. No fake perfection. Just her. The most beautiful thing I'd ever laid eyes on. She didn't steal my heart. I never had one. She stole the only thing I thought I'd never lose- My control. From that moment... She was mine. Not because she said yes. Not because she knew my name. Because I decided she was. People think this story began with love. It didn't. It began with blood. It began with obsession. And it won't end until she's wearing my name... or buried beneath it.

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I started reading and I felt chills: “Dear Kim, I have to admit that I have loved you from the first moment I met you, you are intelligent, cautious and passionate, there cannot be a more perfect woman in the world than you. I know you reciprocate too, but you are afraid to accept your love for me, surely you feel that you are not going to be reciprocated and that is why you act like that, nothing is further from reality. I just want you to open your eyes and see that we are meant to be together.”

I’d carve my damn heart out and gift it to her on a fucking platter if it meant earning a moment of her time. Was it love? Who fucking knew. It was an obsession that had burrowed its way down into my bones. An obsession that had me craving her scent so badly that I’d sneak into her bedroom and steal her clothes. Maybe that’s what love was. An obsession that wouldn’t die.

she whispered, voice low, reverent. “And you love it,” he murmured, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. “Because it’s us. Only us. And no one, no scandal, no rival, will ever touch that.” She shivered, exhausted and sated, surrender complete. In that moment, she understood: obsession wasn’t a cage. It was a kingdom—and she and Dominic were its rulers.

“Because despite everything, you know I’m telling the truth?” “He loves me.” “And I didn’t?” He leaned on the chair, crossing his arms as he looked me in the eye. “Serenity, I’m still crawling toward you despite ruining my life. Isn’t that proof of my love for you?” “No,” I answered, not even thinking twice. “Because that’s not love. It’s an obsession.” And that was the most terrifying part about Hans, even if we’re at a far distance now. He wasn’t pretending. His obsession was real.

Obsession demanded Maxwell love me back, regardless of what that cost him or anyone else. I’d spent years choosing obsession over love, and now I’d lost everything—including the right to call what I felt for Maxwell love at all.

he whispered, his voice filled with bitterness. “You didn’t love her; you were obsessed with her,” I whispered, knowing that his own desires rather than genuine love for Serena clouded his intentions. “Love frees, but your obsession was so grave that you took her body from the grave to keep her with you. It’s not love; it’s possession.” My words seemed to hit him hard, as he looked up at me with a mix of realization and guilt in his eyes.

“Sorry. Carry on.” I sighed again. “Yes, the guy I went on a date with. We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month and now…he wants more. I want more, but hell, I’m afraid. I don’t want to repeat what happened before. I can already feel it. I’m already more than a little obsessed with him.” “Sometimes love and obsession are one and the same. Sometimes you can’t tell them apart because they’re no different. Love is thinking of someone every day, wanting to be with them all the time, needing to know everything about them. Just like an obsession is.”