Is It Love Or Obsession Novels & Stories

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."

Jack asked after swallowing the pill without using water. "You won't love someone else if you love the first one. Pure love will not be shaken even if a thousand women seduce you. Even if the person you love is at the lowest point of her life, you won't turn away from her," Aunt Mary replied while observing Jack's expression. "So I don't really love Claire?" he muttered. "Sometimes, people mistake lust and obsession for love. Love doesn't make you passionate and demanding. Especially to the point of making you snatch her from her partner. That's not love. That's obsession. No love is destructive."

My brain was spinning so hard I thought it would explode. He loved me. He was obsessed with me. He said it like I was supposed to feel something, like I was supposed to melt because he called it love, while he was killing what was inside me. How can anyone love and want death in the same breath. How can anyone call it obsession and laugh while blood pours from me. “No,” I sobbed.

"Leave now, I wouldn't want to say something to you I'll regret, please don't interfere in my business, I love you too much to see you cry, I wouldn't want to hurt you with my word, I want no emotional blackmail from you, please leave, I want to be alone" "I understand you "Her response showed her emotions making her voice unstable, she hurriedly walked out of the ward and I could hear the sound of her heels on the corridors as the sound faded slowly away, I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes once again Suddenly, I jerked off from the bed, bowing my head in frustration, pulling my black thick hair, like I wanted it off my head, her teary eyes hunted my imagination like I could see her

I tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and tried to remember everything I liked about the penultimate story I read. "Why? You have to give me a good argument." Isaac snorted. "The protagonist was terribly wrong, she should never have chosen the new boy. It just doesn't make sense, she should have stayed with her best friend. He did love her in a sincere way." I frowned. "What are you talking about? The new boy loved her too," I explained, holding up a hand. "Love at first sight does not exist, it was only attraction at first sight. Her friend was in love with her for many years and was faithful to her even though they were nothing."

"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."

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

Chapter 9. She couldn't really say if she enjoyed playing the role or not. True to his word, Vishal had given her more than he promised her. He paid her more than five times of her previous salary but she wasn't happy. She wanted to feel and experience the emotion called love. She wanted to love and be loved. But she knew that with Vishal, that was a lofty dream. It was like she was building castles in the air. The feeling that she would never get him to love her made her despondent and she sunk into depression.

Dan's hand shook almost imperceptibly. "You think you loved him first?" Mathew continued, voice low and lethal. "Maybe you did. But love that has to hold a blade to someone's throat to prove itself was never love at all, Dan. It's obsession. It's the same sickness you've always mistaken for devotion." He took another step closer, close enough now that Dan could see the raw desperation beneath the fury in his eyes. "And I would know. Because I've spent years fighting the same sickness inside myself, trying not to become exactly what you are right now."