Addicted Vs Obsessed Novels & Stories

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

But at the moment, he sounded like an obsessed bastard. He wanted her. He has never wanted any woman the way he wants her. Shit! He was addicted to her. Addicted to her soft touch, her graceful smile, her intoxicating smell. He was freaking obsessed with that woman and the worst part was that he didn't know how to control his addiction before it got worse. He knew whom he was dealing with. As he punched harder on the punching bag, he missed his target and the punching bag flew back and hit his face before he could dodge it.

"You keep mistaking this for a choice." His gaze held mine, unblinking. "It is not." My breath caught as my gaze dropped to the floor. I could not understand his obsession with me. Even with all my resistance, all my sharp words and rejection, he refused to back down. "What do you want from me, Draco?" I whispered. "Isn't it obvious what I want?" he murmured, his voice lowering. "I want you. Not pieces of you. Not the version you show the world." He leaned in slightly, his presence suffocating in the most dangerous way.

“I know a few people who work there. I will contact my lawyer and then also them!.” “Thanks babe you’re the best!.” Alora said cheerfully. Alora pleaded with Zemia to spend a night but every second with her was making him weaker though he couldn’t reject such an offer. Alora had gotten addicted to sleeping by his said and waking up in his arms it was like something that wasn’t going to end. “Let’s go for dinner!.” Zemia told Alora. “I cook!.” She offered. “Babe it’s my threat!.” Zemia insisted.

“An obsession. An addiction. Trust me, they can be similar, but they’re very different. And those two are not healthy, Alexander. They’re dangerous.” “So…” I scoffed, shaking my head. I turned to face him. “So you think she has consumed me for years, I looked at no woman but her, loved no one else but her, all for an obsession? For some addiction?” He raised his hands again. “I’m just–”

"Besides, it's not like you can actually break up with him because of me. Unless you're planning on letting all hell loose. If he could kill two people for you in a space of two weeks, then he's obsessed. Which is strange because, you know, his 'romance and emotional entanglement are bad for business' code. But it seems he really loves you if he's going against that." "I don't think what we have is love." I cringed. "What do you mean?" She frowned. "I'm saying 'love' is such a strong word. It's more like we're obsessed with each other than crazily in love." I shrugged as I sat on the bed. "Obsessed, love, what's the difference? They are literally the same thing it’s just that one is spelt wi

I'm addicted, she smells so fucking good it's more like an addiction, I could literally lay on her body all day and I wouldn't even care if the world is about to end cause she's the only thing I need, she's my world I can fucking go to any lengths for her, and that's how obsessed I am with her, I'm fucking obsessed, but a healthy obsession. I could literally hear the soft rhythm of her heartbeat, and I don't mind listening to it all day, she has me on a chokehold without even knowing, I wanted to make her jealous I fucking knew my plan was going to backfire, but I was so fucking angry to give up, at the end I was the one that couldn't even spend a day without her. I lied to my friends that I

Only by kissing them could one understand how wonderful they felt. One would become addicted and obsessed with them. However, why did he seem to be the only one addicted to it? Why was he still so easily influenced by her and could even go out of control?

I have never been addicted to any substance before, was wish enough to stay away from things that impaired my memory. But when I look at her, the cherry taste that lingered on my tongue, I knew that I had found my new addiction. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes taking her in as she lay on the chair, legs apart, showing me her glistening pink hole. My dick twitched, images of how she felt clenched around my fingers tore through my brain. Everything in my body screamed, warning me of what I was trying to do. Fucking her wouldn’t end the obsession, it would be my doom. Fucking her would mean I need to have her forever.