Novel & Cerita Story Love Obsession

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.

“Love does not kill like this.” James said nothing. “That is not what love is.” The voice got quieter, not louder, which somehow made it land harder. “Love is what those two alphas has for me. That is love — something that sees you and chooses you and doesn’t need you to be the only one of your kind to feel safe. That is love. What you feel—” a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.”

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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.

he said, as I pushed my legs apart on his. His finger throbbed into me, causing my head to fall back and moan. I could feel his shaft in his trousers as it rose to meet my pussy. I rushed to my feet and ran upstairs, my chest burning. This wasn’t love. This was obsession. He was obsessed with me. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and called Chelsea. “Hey, girl” she answered softly. “Can I come over?” I sobbed. “Of course. What’s wrong?” she asked, but I had already ended the call.

“But it doesn’t make sense, Manuela! If she loved me, why would she want to kill me? What kind of love is that?” Isabella flinched at the anger in his voice, but she understood his frustration. She had been wondering the same thing. “It wasn’t love, Luciano,” she said softly. “It was obsession. People who love don’t do what she did. Dora wasn’t in love with you; she was obsessed with controlling you, with making sure you couldn’t be with anyone else, especially not me.”

Xavier adds. I whisper a small okay to him and with that he starts kissing me, from my forehead to my eyes, to my nose then to my lips where where we make out for a while. He moves to my ear and says, "I want to taste you, Lesha" He then bites my earlobe and I gasp in surprise, feeling the pain and pleasure of the bite travel all the way down to my center.

“Just make it seem like you and Devon are secretly lovers, then one day. Send the photo to Arya, make her cry and leave.” She narrows her eyes the more, “What the fuck?” “Look, I need her to leave Devon so I can be with him. I love Devon.” “That’s not love!” She raises her voice and everyone in the coffee shop turns to look at us, my face reddens with embarrassment. “That's an obsession!”

The only one he can push. "I know I am not worthy of your love. I know I have said the word 'I love you', and I know I can't say it," he sucked in a lot of breath. "I can't say I love you because of don't know how to love. The feelings I have for you run deeper than anything you can ever imagine. You are not my love, Ixora; you are my obsession. An obsession I don't want to walk away from. I had planned to make you fall for me and then break you, but I never imagined that I would get caught in my own trap. I need you in my life, Ixora, more than anything. Back then, I kept a burning fire, which I fueled every day to represent my anger and hatred. Now, I want to start a new fire, one that wil