Passion Vs Obsession Novels & Stories

Marcus had steadily been watching the gallery with an unblinking gaze, his eyes burning with intensity as he waited for Eleanor to come out. He had been tracking her for days, his anger steaming like a pot about to overboil. The fact that she was already married made him angrier as he felt betrayed. She couldn't even wait for him to get out of jail, he thought, his mind fuming with resentment. It was all her fault; if it wasn't for her all this wouldn't have happened and he was going to make her pay.

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

He just believed that women were just tools for pleasure and nothing else. Amelia looked at Damon, trying to get some kind of signal or hint from him. However, the man wasn’t even paying attention. Instead, he wore a cold face and kept typing on his keyboard and looking at the monitor screen. He acted like he was completely unaware of the argument that was about to unfold. Instead, he just continued typing on his computer and didn’t pay attention to the two women in the room at all. He didn’t care what would happen to them, as long as they didn’t disturb him.

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

What was the difference? " The difference is that an obsession is something you can't let go, even if it destroys you. Just like your feelings for that man." I think about her words as I drive further into the grounds of Midnight pack. She is right. Even when I knew I could never have him, I had always hoped and dreamed that someday we would be together. And now that he is my mate, I still can't have him but that has never stopped me from thinking and desiring him. It was already evening when I drove through the pack, parking my car near the pack house.

At this point, he lacked the strength to get a smile halfway through, bothering at it would clearly be a waste of time, but he struggled to lay one on me. "love and obsession are two different things. They seem alike, but are very much apart —" "Are you saying I'm obsessed with the guy?" Gotta admit, I did love how sincere, and unsugarcoated his words relentlessly were, as much as I love that I didn't take them overly personal. "Don't get me wrong Aaron. First, you need to ask yourself, which is it. I'm I in love with this boy, or is he the ideal character I'd love to be?"

“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.

I leaned back in my chair and let out a soft sigh, “We know he's fine, he just needs some time to get over or accept the truth.” Chris frowned, “We know that time will never come. He's really obsessed with you.” Now that he called it obsession, it turned me off really more. Obsession and love were two different things. Perhaps because he couldn't have me, he kept obsessing over me all because he wanted to win. So what if we eventually become a couple? What if the whole competition comes to a stop? Would his love for me reduce or he would just treat me like every other person?

"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.