Is It Love Or Obsession Novels & Stories

Yvo says "That ain't love, Yvo. That's an obsession. There's a big difference in it. " I said "It. Is. Love. I know what I'm feeling. So please do believe me. " Yvo insisted. "I don't care if it's love or obsession for you. I don't care what you do to them, just don't ruin my plans and we're good." I said

Now Arzal was speechless, at her angry comeback. "Because obsession and love have different paths," Seraphina uttered, gaining everyone's attention towards her. "Obsession and love might have the same destination but they follow different ways to reach that destination, Neva," Arzal was wordlessly staring at Seraphina, as she stated. "Love believes in giving and sharing but obsession believes in taking and snatching only," Those words were coming out from her heart as Seraphina had lived on that fine line between obsession and love.

The word hung between us. Her eyes went wide. "What?" "You heard me." "That's not love, Alessandro. That's obsession." "Same thing." "No, it's not…." "Isn't it?" I grabbed her face. Forced her to look at me. "Love is wanting someone so badly you'd kill for them. Love is not being able to breathe when they're not near you. Love is losing your goddamn mind when another man touches them." "That's not—"

His expression didn't read agitation like mine did. "That girl is just crazy." He sighed, facing his laptop and continuing whatever work he was doing on it. "You know, she came to the office earlier today claiming to want to have me and stories like that." He chuckled a little. "She's so adamant on that. Her love is frustrating." "Love?" I dropped my phone on the bed. "Don, this isn't love, this is obsession, don't you get?" He stared at me with a raised brow. "Obsession, huh? I've never actually seen it that way but now that you've pointed it out, I guess you're right. It is obsession."

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

It can't be. "It's obsession," I answer looking into his eyes. He doesn't look away. I can't get any read on him. "Can't it both?" I don't have an answer to that. He sees the confusion on my face. "I'll prove it to you, and obsession isn't such a bad thing," he says sitting back down. "You have me locked in your house, shackled to the bed and you still think obsession isn't a bad thing?" I ask. "How do you know I don't do all that out of love?" he is really convinced all this is normal. "You don't hurt the person you love," I argue.

I answered him. "You are so obsessed on her Akshay..First relax a bit...Be calm and think..This is not the way to behave with a girl whom you love or whatever!! ..U cant order her like that on her life..." said the gentleman Gowtham.. I dont want to argue with him now.so i just nodded my head.. I know he wanted to tell me more,but he chose not to..No one can predict my mood and reaction..So being cautious is a must one.

“I love you. Not because of what you’ve done or who you’ve become, but because you’re my daughter. That will never change.” “Even after everything?” “Even after everything. That’s what real love looks like—it doesn’t go away when someone disappoints you or hurts you or becomes someone you don’t recognize.” “I love you too, Mother.” “Then prove it by getting better. Prove it by making sure my sacrifice meant something.” As they led me back to my cell, I finally understood the difference between love and obsession. Love wanted Maxwell to be happy, even if that meant being happy without me. Obsession demanded Maxwell love me back, regardless of what that cost him or anyone else.

Being close to him was intoxicating and dangerous; it made me forget my own arguments, made me want to believe his twisted version of reality. “Ten years,” I repeated, walking over to the sofa and sitting down, keeping my posture straight and proud. “You were a man, Kiel. I was a child. That isn't love. That is obsession. And obsession is never healthy. It breaks things. It breaks people.” He didn't follow immediately. He stood there, watching me with that hungry, unwavering gaze, his hands stuffed casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers. He looked relaxed, completely in control, like a king in his court.

“Because despite everything, you know I’m telling the truth?” “He loves me.” “And I didn’t?” He leaned on the chair, crossing his arms as he looked me in the eye. “Serenity, I’m still crawling toward you despite ruining my life. Isn’t that proof of my love for you?” “No,” I answered, not even thinking twice. “Because that’s not love. It’s an obsession.” And that was the most terrifying part about Hans, even if we’re at a far distance now. He wasn’t pretending. His obsession was real.