Obsession In Love Novels & Stories

Freddie answered. "It means?" "There is like just like. There is something that leads to obsession. There is love that is love. And there is love that is based on obsession. So which like and love do you mean?" Abigail frowned. "Mm... a kind of like where our heart beats faster than usual when we see that person. Then we wish we could keep seeing him. Waiting for his message; who knows when it will come in? Or beating just by getting a greeting from him?"

“I sure have I guess I will leave you to it I know you’ve got a lot on your plate at the moment. Don’t forget it’s movie night tonight 6pm and pot luck dinner I will see you then” She turns and walks out my office and I can’t help but admire that tight plump muscular ass of hers I moan at the thought of her naked under neath me bare skin against bare skin. My wolf pipes up “you’ll regret this our mate isn’t too far away now we need her she is fated to us for a reason as Esme is fated to another. Our mate is the other half of our soul don’t play a hand in the fates it’s not meant to be you need to let her go stop being so obsessive it’s not a healthy obsession”

my mind is fully occupied by her. I was going in my car for my first day in company..I saw her searching for an auto.i stopped my car and got out..Everyone on the busstop noticed me except her..every girl is ogling at me.yet she didnt spared me a glance even after bumping on me..

Obsession, a word Jareth had said many times and still did not understand how he should interpret it. The way he said it, it seemed like he was saying a flattering kind of love greater than love itself. But, obsessions are not healthy. So, that's what makes me hesitate. "I really want to know what you mean by obsession. Because I understand very different things and I doubt that's what you want to tell me" I murmur and Jareth nods. "I'll explain when I have a more focused idea of how to explain you, because you are my obsession. Now we'd best get out before we get any later." Jareth says and I immediately deny knowing how I am right now, for succumbing to my husband's temptation.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

I state taking a sip of my coffee. “And what is that?” She asks putting her cup down. “How do you know if it’s love or obsession?” I ask quietly staring down at my cup. “Well in my opinion obsession is more about wanting that person physically with you all the time and if they aren't then you feel like things are slipping away. While love is that even if they aren’t with you physically, you don’t feel void, empty, or restless. You still feel at peace, because you know their yours no matter where they are.”

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.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

"You shouldn't say things like that Heaven, you sound obsessed with me." "What if I am obsessed with you? I couldn't bare it to lose you." I add, trying to ignore the pain of what it would feel like to actually lose him. "Heaven." I hear him sigh. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. Love and obsession aren't the same thing." "They can be." "Oh Heaven, what am I going to do with you?" "You can love me the same way I love you." "Yeah, and what kind of love is that?" He asks.