Addicted Vs Obsessed Novels & Stories

Dominic Obsessed. That's what they'd call it. A convenient word for the sickness eating me alive. They'd think it was a passing fixation. Something that time would eventually erase. Addicted. She was the only drug capable of quieting the storm raging through my veins. The only thing that could silence the constant hunger inside me. Yet every moment with her only made the craving worse. No matter how much of her I had, I always wanted more. Possessed. That was the closest to the truth. She consumed every waking thought. Every decision I made somehow found its way back to her.

“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.”

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

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?