Loveorobsession Stories

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: 𝟐 𝙔𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙮𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙦 ╰┈➤𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐗 𝐕𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭

He was the secret buried beneath the estate. I was the girl who heard him breathing through the walls. In the decaying halls of Ever fall Manor, Briar Elwood returns to her late aunt's estate to claim an inheritance she never wanted. The house is cold, the townsfolk wary, and something in the walls seems to watch her when she sleeps. But beneath the floorboards and frost? A man lives in the dark. He says his name is Thorne. He speaks through the cracks. He knows things no one should know. And he isn't locked in... She is. As Briar unravels the estate's secrets, she finds herself pulled into a dangerous spiral of obsession, lies, and pleasure twisted with punishment. Because Thorne isn't just hiding from the world. He's been waiting for her. And he knows exactly how to make her stay. Atmosphere: Imagine: - Rain-slicked windows, moonlight pooling on stone floors. - Candles flickering along rotting bookshelves. - A locked west wing where no one dares tread. - Old love letters written in blood on piano sheet music. Themes: - Obsession mistaken for affection. - Healing from toxic desire without losing the fire. - Trust vs. temptation. - Gothic decay mirroring psychological rot. - The erotic tension between predator and prey... when neither is innocent. LOVE OR OBSESSION...... WHO WILL WIN??

What exactly is 'love'? Is it something you can possess, a prize to clasp in your hand? Of course not, do not be ridiculous. It is a feeling, an emotion all have felt at least once in their lives. It brightens up any gloomy day, breathes life into your dreams. That is.. if you even dream. I do, and every time HE floods through my mind. I live and breathe for him, would put my own life I the line for him, and would even bleed for his Godly sake. Call me obsessed if you will. I call it true love.

The time of Ira and Siddhant's wedding was getting closer, but the God had some others games planned for them.. Siddhant: Ira! Ira, please listen to me! It's not like what you think. Please, Ira stop. Ira: Why are you chasing me, Siddhant? Huh?! Are not you busy with your so called patients?? Siddhant: Please, listen to me, Ira... It's not like what you think. I- Ira: Just shut it! We are done here, Siddhant....

"ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ." I believed heartbreak was the worst pain a heart could endurre. I had rehearsed my confession a hundred times. He was my senior-kind, soft-spoken, and the first person who made my pulse stutter. I thought fate had written our names together. But that day, under the cold, pitiless rain, I watched him kiss my best friend. I ran. Not because I was weak- But because I was shattered. My vision blurred with rain and betrayal, and I finally reached my apartment, I just wanted to curl into the dark and disappear. But my room had other plans. The door creaked open. And my breath stilled. Roses, daisy, lili Hundreds of them. Crimson, fresh, scattered like blood. Petals covering my bed. And there Pierced into the wall with a shimmering silver knife- A note. Written in blood-red ink. The words carved themselves into my bones "Your tears are not meant to fall for someone so unworthy. You were never his to break. You are mine to break, protect, tear, make cry, laugh, giggle, screamed, hate, love You were always mine. "I saw you cry. I counted each drop. And with every tear that touched your skin, I died a little." "He stole your smile. I can steal his breath." "This knife. it has no conscience. It only needs your word. Say it once, and I'll erase him like he never existed. "Smile for me, fireflam. Or someone else will bleed." Yours. Always." My knees buckled. The knife had a tag dangling from its hilt. "A gift. If you ever decide to stop crying." A chill crawled up my spine. It wasn't a prank. Someone had been watching me-so closely, so obsessively-he knew when I cried. He knew what broke me. And more terrifying than anything... he wanted to fix it in the most dangerous way. I should have been terrified. I was. But somewhere between the fear... there is something more I can't

Heat between us is dark intoxicating tale of obsession,desire and the dangerous line between love and control.He doesn't want yo love her he own her.And she slowly burning in the fire of his lights every time he looks at her.