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Obsessed Love Story

My love story turmoils

In the quiet solitude of my youth, I believed I had found love. Like many others before me, I was captivated by the romanticized notions that society painted on the canvas of my mind. I thought love was just an exhilarating feeling that would electrify my senses and sweep me off my feet. Little did I know that true love was a journey, one filled with tumultuous storms that would test the strength of my heart. It was in the depths of my longing that I met her, the girl who would forever change the course of my romantic journey. Her beauty was a mesmerizing blend of grace and innocence, a sight that easily bewitched any onlookers. I found myself falling head over heels for her, only to have my heart crushed when she confessed her love for my friend. The realization pierced through my soul, leaving behind a deep ache that seemed impossible to heal. Life, it seemed, was determined to teach me the art of resilience. Time after time, I found myself facing rejection from the girls I admired. Each rejection carved another scar on my already battered heart, fueling a growing fear of never finding the love I desperately craved. But even amidst the pain, I refused to give up hope, for I knew that one day love would find its way to me. In an unexpected twist of fate, I found myself caught in a delicate web of emotions. It was a time when forbidden love seemed to whisper in the wind, tempting my heart towards a forbidden path. In an act of desperation, I treaded on shaky ground, taking a step too close to my cousin's lover. She claimed their love had faded, and in a moment of weakness, I almost succumbed to the allure of her presence. Yet destiny intervened, allowing me to see the consequences that awaited, saving me from a love that would only lead to further turmoils Amongst my circle of friends, my lack of a girlfriend became a constant source of amusement. They teased and jested, their joviality masking the hollowness that echoed within my heart. Their words stung, reminding me of my own perceived inadequacy. But even in the face of their laughter, I refused to surrender my belief in love. A desperate desire to fit in coursed through my veins, compelling me to create a façade. I pretended to have a girlfriend, painting a vivid illusion to satisfy the expectations of my peers. Behind closed doors, I concocted fictitious tales of love, while my true emotions remained hidden beneath a mask of pretense. I traded the authenticity of my heart for the illusion of acceptance. Deep within the recesses of my soul, I loved love. Its enchanting allure captivated me, winding its way through the corridors of my mind. But fear, born from a series of heartbreaking experiences, anchored my heart in self-doubt and hesitation. I yearned for love, yet the weight of my past burdens made me wary of opening myself up once more. My dreams of finding love were plagued by an ugly truth - bad luck seemed to cling onto my every endeavor. Every girl I admired was already taken, their hearts belonging to another. It felt as though fate itself conspired against me, forcing me to bear witness to love flourishing everywhere around me, but never within my grasp. Despite facing a love-stricken journey, I sought solace in the comforting embrace of a different passion - football. I dedicated myself wholeheartedly to the sport, pouring my energy into every kick, every goal. Football became my sanctuary, shielding my heart from the potential pain of love. It was a bittersweet refuge, providing a sense of purpose while still leaving a lingering ache for the love I yearned to find.
Kendazla_Denis · 7.1K Views

My Obsessed Billionaire Stepbrothers

By day, I’m Aurelia, endlessly tormented. by my two stepbrothers. They should be off-limits, forbidden, yet every teasing comment, every touch that lingers a little too long, is a spark that sets off flames of my unrequited crush on them. When a mysterious invitation to work at a secretive VIP club comes my way, I think it’s my chance to escape. But the club is a darker world than I imagined. Here, I don’t merely submit; I’m masked, displayed on a stage, to be used, savored, devoured by men coated in power and sin. What happens when the stepbrothers who plague my thoughts claim the woman behind the scarlet mask, ignorant that it’s me they’re touching, tasting, conquering? That is before ’He’ comes along, the club’s mysterious owner, a dark prince who knows exactly how to tie a girl up in knots—both literally and figuratively. His eyes watch me from the shadows, always hungry, always wanting more than just a stage performance. His twisted fantasies should scare me, but they only pull me closer into his all consuming darkness. But when my mask slips and my identity is almost exposed, the dark prince of the club becomes an obsessive hunter. He’s not just after my submission; he wants to unmask my soul, rip out my heart, and claim it as his own. Now, I’m caught between my stepbrothers, who know my darkest secrets, and a wicked prince whose dark desires should terrify me, but don’t. It’s a sick, twisted tale of love and possession, but one question remains: who’ll own me when the clock strikes 12?
naansiringson · 177.9K Views
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