What Is Love Obsession Novels & Stories

From a one night stand, we spent more than one night at a time, to getting engaged so that she would be free from the demands of marriage. Was our relationship just an obsession? Sex? Or was it what I can call and believe in now? "Sorry ...." I got up from the sofa we were sitting on to reach for the glass of mineral water on the table. Before drinking, I shook my head as I said, "I swear, I'm confused. I don't know what kind of woman I'm in love with." Love? I wasn't even sure what love itself looked like this time. I was increasingly afraid that the people around us would become the next victims of an obsession forced under the pretext of love.

Now Arzal was speechless, at her angry comeback. "Because obsession and love have different paths," Seraphina uttered, gaining everyone's attention towards her. "Obsession and love might have the same destination but they follow different ways to reach that destination, Neva," Arzal was wordlessly staring at Seraphina, as she stated. "Love believes in giving and sharing but obsession believes in taking and snatching only," Those words were coming out from her heart as Seraphina had lived on that fine line between obsession and love.

His brows drew together, confusion—or maybe guilt—flickering in those dark, unreadable eyes. “This,” I said, jabbing a trembling finger between us, the air thick enough to choke on. My fingertip almost grazed his bare chest, the heat of him taunting me like a cruel reminder of everything I wanted but shouldn’t. “This thing between us isn’t love. It’s obsession. It’s lust. It’s madness.” I shifted a little closer to him, my voice shaking with anger and want. “You don’t love me enough to not ruin me. You only love the idea of me—me underneath you, me taking your hunger, your rage, your goddamn madness and pretending it’s affection.”

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

“None.” “Well, I do think he has two reasons, to spend his whole life by your side and to prevent another man from approaching you,” Paola wrote her reasons on the blackboard. My jaw dropped. “Do you think that my love for him prevents me from seeing things objectively?” “Perhaps.” I looked at the wrist and felt a tightness in my chest. I couldn't even imagine that Isaac was responsible. “Ezra could also have reasons to harass you although we don't know what they are. He was the person who scored the fewest points. Isaac and Fernando are even, but you already discarded Fernando so only Isaac remains.”

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

I didn’t. My two lovers are obsessed beyond reason with me. It shows in everything they do. The way they escort me to and from class, help me with projects, encourage me. Their obsession is in the two sets of hands that wash me in the bathtub, usually right before those same hands drag me out with lustful intention, positing me how they need me. It’s in the way they never let a day pass without telling me how much they love me, while I’m eating breakfast on one of their laps, sunbathing in the backyard or sketching designs in my notebook.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong? You’ve barely left your office since you came to work and that’s unlike you.” I sniffled, trying to release myself from his body but he tightened his grip, trapping me. “It’s nothing.” I said, clearing the chunk of gob in my throat. “You’re clearly upset about something Robin, can’t you trust me enough to talk to me?” I shook my head. “Not even as a friend?” “Do friends say they’re obsessed with each other?” “I can be your friend and still obsess over you.” “No, you can’t, you’d want more.”

"Leave now, I wouldn't want to say something to you I'll regret, please don't interfere in my business, I love you too much to see you cry, I wouldn't want to hurt you with my word, I want no emotional blackmail from you, please leave, I want to be alone" "I understand you "Her response showed her emotions making her voice unstable, she hurriedly walked out of the ward and I could hear the sound of her heels on the corridors as the sound faded slowly away, I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes once again Suddenly, I jerked off from the bed, bowing my head in frustration, pulling my black thick hair, like I wanted it off my head, her teary eyes hunted my imagination like I could see her