Difference Between Love And Obsession Novels & Stories

Then he slammed the door behind him. Sera shook her head as Carlos chuckled. “I’m sorry about him Carlos… I don’t know what’s gotten into him. I think he’s still shocked from yesterday.” Carlos looked a bit doubtful. “But even before yesterday, he’s always been a little too… posessive of you. Isn’t that Unhealthy?” “What? No!” Sera argued. “Well yes Lucas can be a little over protective but it’s just out of love.” Carlos spoke in a grim tone… “Sera… I want you to listen to me very carefully … love and unhealthy obsession are not the same thing… one is beautiful and necessary…. The other can be dark, controlling and cruel… like James.”

He was obsessed with me, he'd said so himself, and for all I knew people tended to get very violent when obsessed. That explained why he saw no reason in hurting me like that earlier. I couldn't just believe it. All along I'd been thinking that I had the perfect boyfriend who loved me and was willing to do anything for me, who even fought for me after another man forcefully took me, but all along he had just been driven by obsession. I'd confused the whole thing. That look in his eyes that I always noticed when he looked at me was not love, but obsession, possession. God, I was so clueless. He'd come to me with the mindset of fraud but then he'd gotten obsessed with me and wanted me for hims

"Like recognition. Like meeting someone who understood parts of me I'd never shown anyone. Like danger and excitement and inevitability all mixed together." "Did you love him?" "I thought I did. But love and obsession look similar from the inside." "How do you tell the difference?" "Love makes you better. Obsession makes you smaller. Love builds. Obsession destroys." I took her hand. "What did you feel when you looked at Adrian?" "Curious. Scared. Like I wanted to understand him even though I knew I shouldn't." She paused. "And attracted. Not like boyfriend attracted. But attracted to the idea of him. To what he represents."

“Love does not kill like this.” James said nothing. “That is not what love is.” The voice got quieter, not louder, which somehow made it land harder. “Love is what those two alphas has for me. That is love — something that sees you and chooses you and doesn’t need you to be the only one of your kind to feel safe. That is love. What you feel—” a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.”

"Oh, Cathy. That's not love. That's obsession." "It's the same thing," I whispered. "No," she breathed. "It's really not."

“Harder for you? In what way? I thought the obsession was one-sided.” “What do you think?” She whipped her gaze up at me. “You’re also obsessed with me?” I arched my brow. She wagged her head negatively. “I like you, not obsessed with you. This is why we are not compatible. You don’t have a heart to love or like someone, Maverick.” “But obsession topped it all. A person can fall out of love for you, but obsession is forever. It doesn’t go away.” She let out a shaky wavered breath. “I heard from Ember that you’ve agreed to get married to your date. Me liking you is of no use now, is it?”

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

"I have never meant anything more. I want you.” I squeezed his hand, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Okay." I watched as he returned his focus to driving. Of course he wants me, but does he love me? The question lingered so hard on my mind, because somehow in the midst of all the sex, I had allowed myself to fall in love with him and now it was eating me up.

Her voice dropped into a whisper, one that stood out against the silence of the parking lot. “You’ve never wanted anything the way you want her. You want her so badly it keeps you up at night, and you’re realizing more and more that you’d do anything, any number of unspeakable acts, just to keep her safe. Even at the cost of your own soul.” Her eyes darted off to the side, to the door Cole had vanished through. “Love on it’s own is a fragile thing. Do you want to know what makes love unbreakable? A healthy dose of obsession. Obsession drives you to do anything to keep her in your arms, while love drives you to keep her happy and safe. It’s the best of both worlds…” There was something in her