Addicted Vs Obsessed Novels & Stories

He never missed any of the banquets mostly on behalf of her father, she wanted to see him and mostly talk to him. Looking in the far distance " what time are we leaving? " she asked silently and he placed his other hand under her chin bringing back her lovely face in to his view. There fingers were still intertwined together, she gave him a beautiful smile. Slowly and slowly she was becoming a drug The more closer he got to her the more addicted he was starting to get mostly to the daughter of his number one enemy.

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

". I asked him confused. "Right now, to me, my Addiction is loving you so immensely that I can’t seem to hide it, I wake up everyday to make sure that you lie next to me. With you, nothing is enough, I would always want more". I giggled lightly. "Liam, thats so sweet, thank you". "You are more addictive than any drug, I want to see you every time, feel you, touch you. You are my Addiction, Brianna and I think I'm Addicted To You".

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

He wanted to see her blue eyes so closely. He had missed her. He so wanted to hug her badly. After almost loosing her, he vowed to never let her out of his sight. He vowed to protect her and put his life on the line for her. That's how much he loved her. He could be kind for her, he could kill for her. His love had madness in it. It had both passion and Obsession in it.

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

“Because you slapped me.” Her eyes widened. “That is why?” “That is where it started,” Damian admitted, voice low enough only she could hear. “But now? Now I can’t get you out of my head. No one stands up to me. No one looks at me the way you do.” She glared, heat rising in her cheeks. “You’re obsessed.” “Correct.” Her breath caught. He wasn’t joking. His voice was sharp, raw, carrying a truth she didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

His voice in my head. Lane’s voice too—quieter, steadier. “Addiction is often just an ache for something that feels like power.” What did Jason make me feel? Wanted. Needed. Destroyed. He gave me the illusion of power by taking all of it away. And now… I didn’t know if I missed him, or the part of me that didn’t know any better. I woke up the next morning to a message from an unknown number. “He won’t love you when he finds out what you are.”

"Your hatred is the fuel for my obsession. The more you despise me, the more I crave to break you—until you have nothing left but my name on your lips when you finally reach your breaking point." He didn't want my soul; he wanted my absolute submission. My mind rebelled, screaming at me to push him away, to find a weapon, to run—but my body was betraying me. The proximity of him was like a narcotic, a lethal, addictive pull that made my knees feel like water. I hated how much I wanted him to stop, yet simultaneously, I craved this ruin. I craved the intensity because, in a world where I had been discarded and killed, his obsession—however toxic—was the only thing that felt real.