Novel & Cerita Is Obsession Love

She realised it today. "What the….you are sounding like you have already become obsessed with him, Jazlyn Kingston," Iris spat, annoyed which made Jazlyn frowned. "Obsession is a very thrilling term, Iris because it can be more deep and harmful than love or hate, babe," Jazlyn uttered. Kaya just silently heard her. "Obsession is capable of silently shoving you to that edge where the fine line between right and wrong, good and bad, hate and love would blur," Kaya just stored those words of Jazlyn's inside her heart.

“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.

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

“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.”

She went still. “With you,” I murmured, “there are no lines. No laws. No limits.” Her breath stuttered, it was subtle, but I caught it. That hesitation. That flicker of something buried too deep to name. She hated what I was saying. Hated that some twisted part of her responded to it. “You think obsession is love?” she asked, her voice tight. “No,” I answered, deadpan. “Love weakens men. Makes them cautious. Hesitant.”

Oh, I understand now. I am here because of Rowan. She took me because she wants Rowan back, but I believe that won’t happen. To have someone, you need to love them as much as they love you back, but in this case, I don’t see that happening. Rowan doesn’t love her, and she doesn’t love him; the only reason she’s doing this is because she is obsessed. It isn’t love; it’s obsession. But I believe she’s in too deep to care about her true feelings for him.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

“If that is what love is to you that’s fine but I am obsessed with you Elise.” “Do you know what obsession is, Elise?” My eyes widen but Sirius eyes stay focus on mine, unwavering and certain. “Do you know what it's like to have someone consume your thoughts day in and day out? To have every moment tainted by the fear of losing them? For someone to be the oxygen you breath?” He whispers leaning in closer, his lips hovering over mine. “No you don’t because you think I just love you. You think when it comes to a man devoting themselve to a woman that love is enough.”

He looked away, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. I felt a sudden flash of frustration. I was tired of the games. "Why do you look at me like that?" I asked, my voice louder than I intended. Blake turned back to me, his brow furrowed. "Like what?" "Like you want something," I said. The words seemed to snap something inside him. He just reached out, his hand cupping the back of my neck, and pulled me toward him. His mouth crashed against mine. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie-style romance. It was possessive and desperate, a release of all the tension that had been building since the moment I stepped into his office. He tasted like heat and iron, and the sheer power of him