Novel & Cerita Story Love Obsession

I enunciated. "Darling, I'm sorry to say this but you are naive, pure, and a bit stupid if I must add," He said and I scoffed. "What? Why?" I asked. "Love and obsession aren't so different, love can be beautiful but also very ugly. Love heals but it also destroys, love isn't easy and of course it doesn't have to be hard, but it is, not every day is the same there is always one problem or another people change with time, and love fades. People fall out of love too and it's not as easy as it seems, there are times when it becomes overwhelming and sometimes you just have to hold on even if it hurts. But when you are in love and also obsessed there is no way you'll let go" He articulated with a

“I’ve already told you, Miss Tong. You can’t force love. My love is not for you. No matter how much you try to capture my parents or even my grandfather’s heart. I will never love you. I don’t want you to waste your valuable time on me. You will be happier with another man who loves you.” “I don’t want another man!” She cried, she had loved him so much over the pass years. But yet… He never felt anything towards her? “I only want you… You don’t have to like me back, Yang Tian-Xu. But you can’t stop me from loving you. I won’t give up! Even until the day I die, I won’t give up on loving you!” Turning around, she left. Running with tears in her eyes, as she opened the door and ran blindly, she

“You’re winning if it’s a competition. You have two and she has none.” “It isn’t a pissing contest.” I can’t help but stare in her direction. Jealousy pulls at me when I see how some of the guys with Connor are giving Care little glances. With long blonde hair that has red streaks scattered throughout, she’s a curvy thing but feisty as a colt. I take in the creamy pale skin, intelligent mossy green eyes that don’t miss a thing, and that perfect pink bow of a mouth. Yeah, she got under my skin so fucking bad I thought I was going to lose my mind—sleeping with her didn't help like I thought it would. My body and mind were so turned upside down that I told her it was for a bet. But honestly tha

“ I heard the news , I went to your house you weren’t there. Please Apples, tell me it’s all a joke. I went to your finally home, your father confirmed it. I wouldn’t believe it until I hear it from you “ He was still hopeful. Lilian crumbled to the floor sobbing as she remembered how they met. She was at a grocery store going through the fruits and vegetables isle when they bumped into each other. She was there to pick some apples and so the nickname stuck. He invited her for coffee and ever since then , they had been an item. “It felt like love at first sight” Lilian would tell anyone who was willing to listen. As she sobbed on the floor , she played another voicemail “ I saw the videos… I

"Isn't it a good thing if you die? At least then I might be able to carve out a sum of money under the title of the Caro widow. That's way better than being locked up here by you." Enzo looked at her and suddenly asked, "Was there ever even a single second where you truly loved me?" Sofia looked as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. She laughed until her shoulders shook. "Love? Enzo, don't tell me you're only just now realizing what I loved was your money, your status, and your last name? As for you—" She slowly raised her head, her eyes brimming with pure malice. "I've long been sick of the sight of you."

arm stretched around me in a hug. I close my eyes I think I am still dreaming of Perseus holding me in his arms in his bedroom I feel happy inside but it soon fades his scent hits me and it i am not in Perseus’s loving embrace I am in the arms of a cruel and twisted monster. I jump up from the bed “what the fuck are you doing sampson get out now” he stretches and rubs his sleepy eyes “you didn’t mind being the little spoon you were moaning in your sleep to my touch. Could it be you subconsciously want me too Esme” I laugh out loud at his thought pattern “ did you just hear yourself sampson I was asleep I really DO NOT want to be with you I have a mate who I want to spend the rest of my days

Henry whispered, his mouth against her ear. “I want to be owned,” she moaned, the truth ripped from her deepest core. “I want to be your toy.” As if her words were a signal, the room began to climax. With a final, guttural roar, George emptied himself deep into Lola’s ass, his body convulsing against hers. William bit down on Nora’s shoulder as he came inside her, his hot release flooding her womb as she clenched around him, sobbing as her own orgasm was ripped from her by the sheer force of his possession.

Like all these dramas began just to put me in my place. Suddenly, he cupped the back of Liora's head and deepened the kiss, tongue entangling together. She moaned into his mouth, a dirty lewd sound I found hard to connect to her. My heart squeezed painfully, and my grip on the sofa tightened, bruising the leather. Ronan's other hand grabbed her thigh, running his palm over her ass, and publicly slipped a finger under her top. The shouts from the crowd grew louder, the kiss was getting more intense, messier, with wet sloppy sounds and heavy breathing. Almost as if the more than fifty pairs of eyes watching them were air. Totally nonexistent and irrelevant.

That one stung. What happened next? Did Sebastian’s mother agree or drag the topic? Did his father oppose the decision? And what will innocent Petal do to escape this forced marriage? Curious? Then dive into Sebastian’s Obsession, a tale of love, control, and rebellion. Support me and this book—your reads, votes, and comments mean the world!

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.