Passion Vs Obsession Novels & Stories

It doesn't even hurt much than seeing him standing undisturbed while his best friend hits me. He has always defended me before now. What changed? I guess his obsession for fame ruined all the love we've built together, perhaps, the one I've struggled to build while he does nothing but chase his top priority which is his career. "How dare you call me names!" The shameless vixen bickers, grabbing my hair in a fist. My scalp hurts and now I wince on pain. I'm not so strong but Zoey is an intimidating she-wolf — she's tall, pretty and has a nice shape.

"And now I have the urge to hunt. Someone needs to get punished." A breathy chuckle escaped Calix. He shook his head as an exasperated grin tugged at his lips. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He had always known Adrian was capable of great things, but this? This was a whole new level. This was the first time he saw such obsession in his eyes and just for a mere woman.

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

“With Javier, I never have to wonder. He tells me exactly how he feels. He doesn’t hesitate.” Jessy exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down her face. “Haven, I love you, but this is some serious soap opera shit.” I let out a shaky laugh, half-choked, half-bitter. “Tell me about it.” Her tone turned firm, cutting through the mess in my head. “Listen. Passion feels amazing—it sweeps you up, it makes your heart race, it makes you feel alive. But passion isn’t the same as love. Don’t confuse the two.”

“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”

It felt like it was the sound of the envelope he had in his hands. “He never told me,” I sighed softly, “I only see his possessiveness and obsession.” It’s not that I doubt him but I am not sure what to label our relationship as, “But he never shared his feelings for me.” “Is it not the same thing?” He asked. “No, you can be obsessed with someone and not love them at all.” I pursed my lips together, “Love is-” I gulped, “a little different.” My head felt a little heavy and I felt myself slip into the darkness of dreams but shook my head and kept myself awake.