Passion Vs Obsession Novels & Stories

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

And Sebastian, he is consumed by obsession and love alike, would stop at nothing to ensure no one threatened the woman who had claimed his heart — body and soul. And as I felt his heartbeat against mine, I realized something undeniable: this obsession, this danger, this consuming passion—it was everything I never knew I wanted but could never live without. We were fire and flame, chaos and calm, obsession and surrender — bound together in a way that would burn brighter than anything else in the world.

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.

he grunted, "I just mean I don't bother caring about anything or anyone because nothing lasts forever. Even my job. At some point, my aim is going to suck because I'll either be too old or I might get injured. It's not like you want to be something permanent in my life and yet, I can't get you out of my fucking mind." My heart had just calmed down from its raging state only for it to do a little tango in my chest again at his words, "That's obsession." "Yeah, you're probably right." "Do you think what your brother and my best friend have is obsession?" "It borders it," Ace scoffed and I noticed him playing with his pinky on his right hand as if it were missing something, "but they're good fo

And I’d do it every time, until there was nothing left but fire, sweat, and obsession, until he couldn’t exist without me, and I couldn’t without him. Hands on him, feeling the faint pulse from the core embedded in him, I whispered, “We’re just getting started. And damn it, I’ll make sure you know… I own you. All of you. Every swing, every breath, every beat.” And deep in my chest, I felt it, hunger twisting sharper, darker, hungrier. Not lust. Not greed. Pure obsession. Next quest would push us harder. The next dungeon, the next monster, would be nothing but sparks for the fire we’d stoke together.

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.

He was asking himself silently what the feeling of love was or he was going to experience it. “It is like the feeling of loyalty toward someone. You are loyal to them because you appreciate and love them. The only difference between this love and the one you have toward us is that you won’t have sexual urges toward us, but with the other person, you will want to be close to them, touch them, and do…other stuff.” I said, getting his attention and he cocked his head to the side, thinking about my words and I guess comparing them to his feelings. “I have never had any urges of that kind. I have never looked at someone and thought I want to be intimate with them.”

"Besides, it's not like you can actually break up with him because of me. Unless you're planning on letting all hell loose. If he could kill two people for you in a space of two weeks, then he's obsessed. Which is strange because, you know, his 'romance and emotional entanglement are bad for business' code. But it seems he really loves you if he's going against that." "I don't think what we have is love." I cringed. "What do you mean?" She frowned. "I'm saying 'love' is such a strong word. It's more like we're obsessed with each other than crazily in love." I shrugged as I sat on the bed. "Obsessed, love, what's the difference? They are literally the same thing it’s just that one is spelt wi

*"About us… if we fall in love, fine. We go with the flow." *"And if we don't?"* I pressed. *"Then what? What if you catch feelings for someone else after marrying me? You'll just — divorce me like we're in a video game?"* Ethan gave me a deadpan stare. *"You, out of all people, should know I don't have time or interest to fall in love with random women."* Annoyingly enough… that was true. I had seen him reject women who looked like they'd stepped off magazine covers. He didn't even blink at them.