Is It Love Or Obsession Novels & Stories

I replied lightly. He finally smiled. "You're smart. I guess I should read more books now." I chuckled, then asked. "What do you think about it? Love and obsession." He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. "I think obsession is a darker form of love. It's more intense than whatever you think love is. It is raw and messy. It doesn't lie the way love does." I stayed quiet, trying to understand him. Well, he had his own perspective just like I had mine.

the priest told him "You River Romano do you want Sriste Parker as your Lawful wedded wife??" He nodded then said "I Do.....because You're mine and you'll be mine by consent or force ....you're bound to stay under my obsession for life time... even in presence or even after my death you're mine always mine " .......I shivered at his word...it was extreme obsessive words...my hand started shaking....

I leaned back in my chair and let out a soft sigh, “We know he's fine, he just needs some time to get over or accept the truth.” Chris frowned, “We know that time will never come. He's really obsessed with you.” Now that he called it obsession, it turned me off really more. Obsession and love were two different things. Perhaps because he couldn't have me, he kept obsessing over me all because he wanted to win. So what if we eventually become a couple? What if the whole competition comes to a stop? Would his love for me reduce or he would just treat me like every other person?

I felt so happy. "She is so tiny!" Raymond exclaimed as I giggled. I couldn't ask for more. A happy family. Everything. In the end, I realized, 'There's no couple like us. We are different from everyone. Because our relationship is based on obsession not on love. We are each other's obsession. I was an idiot for not to realize that little thing that our obsession is our love for each other. Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION.'

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

Lalissa asked gently. The question made my chest ache. "I don't know. He's never said it. He's possessive and intense and he wants me. But I don't know if that's love or just him wanting to own me." "Girl, that's not love," Octavia said, her voice softer now but still firm. "That's obsession. And obsession isn't sustainable." "I know." I muttered. "Do you?" Octavia leaned forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, you're throwing away a good guy who actually loves you for someone who might just be using you."

"Yes, I think so!" "Okay, so what were you guys talking about?" "Maybe you can already guess it and I think he really loves you sincerely." "Sincerely? But I feel like she's just obsessed with me and it's not love!" "What's the difference? You also seem to be obsessed with me. How are you sure that your feelings for me are really love or just a desire to possess?"

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.”

She plucked another herb and laid it neatly into her basket. “Why do you ask what you already fear?” I swallowed hard. “Because I can’t stop loving him. And it’s killing me.” For the first time, Sayora’s movements faltered. She looked up, really looked at me. Her gaze was sharp and her eyes reflected how much she knew. “Love doesn’t kill, Isla,” she said softly. “But obsession does. Guilt does. The bond you’re fighting has taught you to mistake pain for devotion.” I shook my head.

He chose to remain silent all through as he bore his eyes on hers, sending a thousand messages through the eye contact, he didn't know how to refute her words but he was sure he felt some strange things for West which he knew was this weird thing everybody calls "Love" "In as much as I feel guilty for what I did and I still do but don't fucking tell me we mean nothing to each other...To hell with that barbaric statement, it's utter nonsense, rubbish" Lincoln could finally let out, West subconsciously swallowed hard In nervousness when seeing that deadly look in Lincoln's eyes. He seemed to be holding onto his last straw of patience, he knew within himself that nobody had ever and was never g