Twilight Obsessed Novels & Stories

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

I swallowed, shaky fingers drawing on his chest. “But isn’t that obsession?” “I am obsessed with you Principessa.” He breathed out, looking so relaxed and so handsome. “But what if that obsession runs over? What if you wake up one day and you realize all the flaws that you can’t stand but had not been seeing because you were misled by your obsession?”

"But before that, you're going to die first. Go beg him for forgiveness when you see him over on the other side." Henry's eyes opened wide with terror. "No! Jessica! Don't! Ah...!" In this world that was named "Twisted Love", the female lead, Jessica, finally showed just how obsessive she could truly be. Only this time, I was no longer the object of her obsession. The culprit who had caused my death became her obsession instead. She did not let Henry die quickly, and his screams from the basement did not stop for three full days until later on the third night.

His voice is all smooth suggestion. I play along. Fluttering my lashes, I slip my palms onto his chest. I glance at him innocently. “Ooh, like binge-watch the entire Twilight saga? I’ve been dying to reanalyze Edward’s brooding. Maybe we can compare it against Jackson’s.” He stares at me, betrayed. “That’s not what I meant.” I grin. “Oh? Not? Okay … we can throw in some Vampire Diaries, if that’s what you want. Make it a whole undead night.”

“Tell me what the assignment is, exactly.” “Compare Wuthering Heights and Frankenstein,” I recited miserably, “in terms of how they explore the theme of obsession and its destructive consequences.” Hayden blinked. “That’s… intense.” “Tell me about it.” He tilted his head, thinking. “Okay, so… Heathcliff is obviously obsessed with Catherine. That obsession destroys him and basically everyone else in the book, right?” “Right,” I said, nodding slowly. “And Frankenstein’s obsession is creating life, which, spoiler, doesn’t go well.”

In a flash I was pulled against his chest, a gasp escaped my mouth at the hungry look in his gaze. "My need is obsessive , never sated , do you think we'll find our happily ever after? " he murmured nuzzling against the sensitive skin of my neck. I closed my eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, he gripped my cheek, keeping me from pulling away by deepening the kiss. I guess we both found our answers. * * Aw I so much love happy endings. It's ending for real this time, but i'm thinking about an Epilogue, what do you think?

“You were hoping to find something bad enough to make me drive her out of the park. Something that would get rid of the competition.” “She is not competition. She is a distraction that is going to get people hurt.” “People like you?” “People like all of us.” Emily was crying now, her mascara running down her cheeks in black streams. “Whatever spell she has you under, it is not natural. The way you look at her, the way you act around her …it is like you are obsessed.” I considered that for a moment. Obsessed. Yes, that was probably accurate. “You know what, Emily? You are right.” I moved closer, the blade catching the dim light. “I am obsessed with her. Completely, utterly, irrevocably obsess

Martin barely glanced at her before turning back to the board. “What happened between you and the loser?” she asked curiously, oblivious to the vein that ticked at the side of Martin’s jaw. Twilight pressed on. “I tried to warn you about him. He’s an outcast and loves to stay that way—” “What’s your point?” Martin cut her off, his voice tinged with anger and irritation. Twilight cleared her throat nervously. “Alright,” she hesitated as his demeanor shifted to something colder. “I was just wondering if you’re single or something.”

He didn’t leave; instead, he took another look and readjusted it. “Perfect,” he muttered, a bit satisfied. Then he turned to strut towards his chair and sat on the bench. “I’ll give you another warning, Dorothy.” “Don’t touch things without permission.” I swallowed hard. He could see through my lies and didn’t point it out. And whatever he had noticed stands right before him. Swiftly, he arranged his desk with calculative moves. I watched every movement. Uncle Sebastien wasn’t just a perfectionist; he loves things being in order in an obsessive manner, probably.