Passion Vs Obsession Novels & Stories

I looked forward, placing my elbows on the counter and resting my chin on my folded hands. “I just have a question.” I said nothing to that and nodded after a while. “Is it really love?” I stilled, turning to him very slowly. He stared at me, his expression serious. “What?” “Is it really love, Alexander?” he repeated, like I didn't hear him the first time. “Of course it’s love! What else would it be?” “An obsession. An addiction. Trust me, they can be similar, but they’re very different. And those two are not healthy, Alexander. They’re dangerous.”

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?"

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.

“How do I tell the difference between love and obsession? You were obsessed with Heather, even though we all warned you that she was still in love with her ex. And now you’re with Becky, so what is the difference between how you felt for Heather and how you feel for Becky?” “Heather was an obsession,” he agreed thoughtfully, “but I didn’t realize it at the time. Looking back and comparing it with what I feel for Becky, the two feelings are so completely different, it’s like comparing apples and oranges. With Heather, it was all about satisfying my urges, and my needs. I thought about her all the time and I thought that was love but it was more like an internal monologue that had gotten stuck

... Entering into the bathroom, Verin angrily shut the door. He walked to a walldrope just beside his gigantic bathtub and looked at the mirror that hung on the door of the walldrope. It was a very big mirror and a wide walldrope as well. He rested his hands on the wall as he continued to stare at his reflection in pure exasperation. What was happening to him? Why is he feeling like these? He wanted to taste her and entertain himself with her and now, he was feeling angry for some reason. He knew he was aroused but he didn't understand why his body rejected her. Rather than feeling even more in the mood to do however he wants on her, he felt angry and his body acted in a way that confused hi

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.

“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.

I felt a pang of disappointment and couldn't shake the feeling that Max was meant to be mine. Similarly,I became obsessed over a fish pet in highschool and when it died I was broken. Looking back, I realized these obsessions were warning signs. But with her, it's different.She is so real and tangible that I can't tear my eyes from her as I swore in my heart that she's all mine. My body has never reacted to anyone like it does with her. But seeing the way my body reacts to her,I don't think I can stop this and I don't want to ever stop.

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....