Addicted Vs Obsessed Novels & Stories

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

I hated especially the anticipation his text made me feel. No. It had to stop. I had no idea how addictive the oil was, or how hard it would be to wash it off and get clean. I’d heard some creepy stories back in prison, about how regular opioids caused physical addiction in only five days, and in only two weeks people just couldn’t function without it in their system, not to mention how excruciating the cleansing could be. But I had no choice. I needed to put an end to it, or I would never have the guts to face up to Big Ellie and get rid of him for good. That was the only way to start making my life something other than a relentless burden of pressure and lies.

It was an entirely different feeling. I felt like I was in trouble. It’s wrong to want more than one man at a time. You’re supposed to find your soulmate, and that’s it. Yet here I had different men asking me to consider them as lovers. I was turning into quite the sex addict, and I wanted to blame it on my newfound vampirism. But in my heart, I knew it was from these men. They were so very different from each other.

My voice cracked completely on his name. "I'm here." He paused. "Lydia, listen to me. I know this is enormous. I know it's too much. But I need you to pull yourself together right now, you need to pull through this. Not because your feelings don't matter, they matter more than anything. But because somebody out there wants exactly this. They want you broken. They want you destabilized. They are watching to see what this does to you." His voice softened slightly. "Don't give them that." I sat on the floor of my office with Maya's arms still around me and listened to him breathe on the other end of the line.

The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on her filled the room, mixing with her ragged moans. She was dripping for him, soaking his tongue, his chin, and he couldn’t get enough. Each shudder that ripped through her body only drove him harder, made him lick and suck and tease until her thighs clamped around his head and she cried out his name in a strangled gasp. Lucian’s cock throbbed, aching for release, but he didn’t stop. He wanted her undone, wrecked, screaming.

“Always. Completely. And I’ll show you exactly what that means.” The night stretched on in waves of desire and possession. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, and ignited a fire in every inch of my body. Each whisper, each dark murmur, each touch was a reminder of his obsession, his need, and his promise to keep me untouchable and utterly his. Even in moments of surrender, there was no doubt who held the power. Sebastian’s obsession was all-consuming, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. And I? I was utterly addicted.

She had always been in control even the first time she had kissed him she was in full control of her emotions but now all that flew out the window and the kiss became even deeper. He explored the inside of her mouth. She tasted sweet like cotton candy in the morning. The forbidden fruit that you should never taste. He felt her lean into the kiss and became even more dominant. The kiss invaded her thought all she could think about was him and how much she fucking loved the feel of him next to her. She was holding his shirt for lives sake while he was supporting her waste. When he finally let her go. She was panting and out of breath. "You like it."

"Obsession is meant to be lethal. I'll ask you when you'll get obsessed with a particular unlucky person." "I could say the same for Sasha." "Love, obsession...all these kinds of phrases and emotions are beyond my understanding. I only know one thing and that is addiction." Mason said and stood up, walking to the door but he halted on his steps. "What is more dangerous obsession or addiction?" He asked and Ragnar made a face as if thinking. "Both could destroy," Ragnar said and a satisfied smirk caressed Mason's lips before he left the room. ********** Sasha jumped on the bed once she strode inside the room and covered her body with the duvet. She didn't realize that she was shaking a little

I felt terrible about what she had to go through growing up, all I wanted to do was protect her and I felt as if I had already failed, because she grew up with this monster. So, I tried another attempt to stay away from her, but then here I was offering to take her to work and helping her get another job. After that first kiss, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to stay away, but I couldn't and every day I was with her I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know all of her favourites, all of her hates. Every time I see the colour orange, which is her favourite colour, all I could do is think about her. How annoying, right? To think of a person every time you see this particular colour. I

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.