Story Love Obsession Novels & Stories

" How could you say that to me?" " what else do you want me to say, Lie to you and tell you he is going to come back eventually? No, I can't do that Sam, because I surmise that love is Selfless, love hurts but it does when we offer it to the wrong person and Jordan is that wrong person. He doesn't deserve your love nor any woman's love, A man who claims to love you should at least be honest with you and not toil with your emotions, please you need to snap out of this love fallacy, pick up your heart piece by piece, glue them back together and lead your life as a dominant woman that you are!"

she muttered, her voice low, trembling with disgust and disbelief. He didn’t even flinch. “It *is* love.” His voice was calm—too calm—and that made it worse. “But not the kind you read about in fairytales. Mine doesn’t sit quietly in a corner waiting for a chance. Mine claws. It devours. It haunts.” He took a step closer, eyes dark and sharp. “It’s love, Asha. Just a version that bleeds into obsession and crosses the lines good men don’t go near. But it’s still love. It’s just—*mine*. On my terms ”

“I watch you sleep and my chest aches with how much I need you breathing beside me. I’d burn the world down just to keep you safe. I’d kill a thousand times over if it meant waking up to your eyes on me.” “You’re not my captive, babygirl….. you’re my reason for existing. My wife. My everything. Please… let me show you how deep this goes. I’m obsessed, yes. Madly, dangerously so. But it’s love. Twisted, dark, all-consuming love that would destroy me if you left.” Tears stung my eyes. My heart raced so hard I felt dizzy. Part of me- the foolish, aching part wanted to give him that chance. To believe the sweet vulnerability in his voice, to let his obsession wrap around me like a dangerous embr

“What’s not fine is her husband.” Josh blinked, caught off guard, but before he could say a word, Alena continued. “Do you know the difference between love and obsession?” she asked, her gaze unwavering. “Love brings peace, Josh. Obsession brings exhaustion. And from what I see, Ivy is exhausted.” Josh lowered his head, his voice faint. “I just—”

“You call this love? Kidnapping me? Trapping me? Getting me pregnant so I can never escape?” “Yes.” He pushed deeper, another inch, another, until I could feel him everywhere. “This is exactly what love is. Love is obsession. Love is possession. Love is burning down the whole fucking world just to keep one person warm.” His forehead dropped to mine. “Love is crawling out of your own grave because dying means never seeing her face again.” He bottomed out inside me. “Daddy!” I cried out. He was fully seated, buried to the hilt, so deep I could feel him in my chest. In my throat. Daniel was burrowed deeply in all the places that had nothing to do with anatomy.

She rolled her eyes and looked over at Stacey, then back at me. “It was an accident… you guys will get through this.” she sounded so certain, but I couldn’t see how that was possible. “I don’t know—how can you be so sure?” I asked, as she looked at me, taking in my appearance before looking back at Stacey. “Because you look so sad; only someone who truly loves someone would be that sad.” I blinked at her for a moment, unsure how to respond. Is it love? Or is it an obsession? I don’t even think I know how to love… Stacey would be better off without my love. All my loving her does is cause her pain … this time she ended up in the hospital the next …?

" Damon said it coldly. "Yes, I can snatch her from...you. I have heard many things about you. You are a psycho lover! You don't love Ashley; you are just obsessed with her. Ashley is so pure; she doesn't deserve this. She deserves me, not you!" Liam said. "Yes, you are right. I'm obsessed with her. I am totally obsessed with her. Now let me show you what this obsessive lover can do. Damon pulled Liam away and pushed him to a chair. He took a rope and tied his hands and legs tightly.

Lovelyn said. "You did, you stole my man from me, you took Richard from me and I hate you for that, I hate you for rubbing it on my face how so in love you are with him, I hate you for showing off how precious you are to him and I'm tired of it" she shouted as Lovelyn almost got afraid because of her obsessed nature, she has read many a times about being obsessed with someone and how far the person can go just to be with the person. Fear creeped into her at the realization that the obsessed lady in front of her might actually kill her just to achieve her aim. Lovelyn's POV,

“That’s not love. That’s” “Obsession?” Alessio’s mouth curved, slow, dark, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His voice was ice dragged over fire. “Good. Because love is weak. Obsession lasts.” The words dropped like chains around Noa’s chest. Before he could argue, Alessio was on him. No warning, no space to breathe. His hand slammed against the mattress right beside Noa’s thigh, making the frame jolt. His other hand caught Noa’s jaw, fingers digging in until it ached. His mouth crashed down, teeth cutting his lip, tongue forcing its way in, a kiss so deep it burned.

“It’s not about making someone love me. It’s about becoming a story they’ll never forget. If I can’t live in their heart, I’ll live in their scars.” Ryan closed his eyes. The words felt like acid down his spine. Adrien’s voice grew softer in the next recording: “People don’t understand that obsession is a kind of devotion. It’s love, sharpened until it cuts both of you open.” Chris crouched beside him. “Ryan,” he whispered. “Are you sure you want to keep listening?” Ryan looked at him with eyes that didn’t feel like his own anymore. “I don’t have a choice,” he whispered. “Because he’s already inside the story… and if I don’t understand the ending he’s writing, I won’t be able to change it.”