Obsession Vs Infatuation Novels & Stories

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

"You're not that Carter anymore! You've turned into something dangerous. Even though you'll force she'll never be able to love you or either live with you. And you'll regret every second of doing this to her" Her grandmother's words kept repeating in his head as he gripped his hair in frustration and exhaustion but nothing worked out for him. He was sitting on the cold floor and he missed his grandmother so much, in that moment. He wanted her to be with him so she can console. He wanted to travel back in time, so at least this time he would listen to her. He would obey her and will not let his emotions overcome his senses. "You sure that's love? Because it more sounds like an obsession, a me

“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”

Present Day. Olivia's POV. People usually talk about what it feels like to be falling for someone. I've never related to that term before, until now. I can't keep my hands off of Jace, I think I might be obsessed with him. Obsession, lust and love are like the three things I've tried to avoid so far but here I am, obsessing over this broken, beautiful man who can throw me out the window whenever his demons tell him to. The thing is, I know that he and I are not gonna work, we're gonna fuck in every corner, fight and scream at each other every night and then one day, one of us is gonna walk away and never look back.

“Looks like the little princess is getting a taste of real life.” Serena lifted her chin, glaring at them. “Get lost.” The second man, Matteo, smirked, his dark eyes trailing over her form. “Relax, sweetheart. We were just admiring the view.” The third man, Nico, leaned against the wall, rubbing his jaw. “You look cold, bella,” he mused. “Wouldn’t want you to freeze to death.” Serena’s skin prickled with unease. She knew men like this. Had seen them in her father’s world. Men who thrived on power and control.

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."

She would be a good mother to Sebastian, a perfect wife for a man in his position. And she would never challenge him the way Nicole had. Never make him question himself, never push him beyond his carefully constructed boundaries. She would love him safely, predictably, without the dangerous intensity that had consumed him with Nicole. Perhaps that was what he needed. Perhaps obsession masquerading as love was too dangerous for a man with his responsibilities, his secrets. Timothy reached for the box, feeling its weight in his palm. "Victoria," he said carefully, "if we do this, there can be no more games. No more manipulation. No more using other people as pawns."

However, this afternoon was different; Rowan couldn't keep his attention on the work as he stared at Calista. Rowan had always had feelings for his best friend, and they had been deepening even more over the last few months, and no matter who he tried to fuck he couldn’t seem to get Calista out of his head. Every time Rowan looked at Calista now, he could no longer see her only as his best friend.

The more time I spend with this man, the harder it is to restrict myself from knocking him out. "You know exactly what you're doing. You're using her feelings against her, " though I still don't get why she gives a fuck about him anyway. "If you care for her as much as you told her, " "I care for her. " He snaps, cutting me off rudely. All forms of jokes gone from his features, to be replaced with seriousness. "I care for Dawn, and I love her more than you can ever imagine. " "No, you don't, " I retaliate, shaking my head. "You don't love her. You're obsessed with her. There's a difference between loving someone, and obsessing over someone. "

She knew how to read me better than most. I sipped my wine, leaned back, looked at her. “You think I’m obsessed?” I asked suddenly. She met my eyes without flinching. “With Marie?” I nodded. “Not obsessed,” she said slowly. “Consumed.” “What’s the difference?” “Obsession is wild. You’re still too focused. Too calculated. This is… something else. You want to own her.” I didn’t deny it. I pushed the plate aside, stood, and walked around the table. She looked up at me, lips still wet from the wine. Her robe had slipped further, exposing more of her chest. I reached for her hand, pulled her to her feet.