Passion Vs Obsession Novels & Stories

"Not anymore." "Then we wait." Obsession was not impatience. That was the thing most people got wrong about it. Impatience was what happened when you wanted something and expected it quickly. This was different. This was the kind of wanting that had organized itself around a timeline rather than a deadline. "I've waited this long." I looked back at the map. "I can wait longer." Another man cleared his throat. "There is... something else." I looked up. "What?"

"Why? Because it makes you feel something?" "Because it doesn't matter!" Dante's control shattered. "Your father murdered mine! Every time I look at you, I should hate you!" "But you don't," Elena said softly. "That's the problem." Dante's eyes closed, forehead dropping to hers. "You're driving me insane." "Then stop fighting it." He kissed her. Desperation. Need. poured into one devastating kiss that made Elena's knees buckle. Dante's hands tangled in her hair, deepening the kiss. His tongue demanded. Consumed.

comes from there? Isabelle and her beautiful yellow dress are gone. They walked around the park. She doesn't know that I watched her as she walked down the avenue. She was walking so slowly that I had time to smoke two cigarettes. Bad habit, I know, but for the moment, I have not found a way out. Watch Isabelle gave me courage, but all this is like devouring passion; it only lasts a while. There should be sentimental contracts of indefinite duration. Wouldn't that be nice? With prior notice, too, so the other party could prepare for separation.

His eyes were filled with a mix of love and madness. "I am so lucky to die having seen you, Avyana.I hurt you this time too, but I was helpless. I was dying for you, dying just to see you. I knew this obsession had no limits. Only death could separate us. I am your sinner, Avyana" he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead for the last time. Indeed, he was right. First came attraction, then bonds, then love, then devotion, and finally, obsession. Obsession always leads to death when it becomes extreme.

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.