Passion Vs Obsession Novels & Stories

All he could do was command them to do it the way he wanted it but their effort was always useless because he ends up going to bed with them with lust and not love. What he was feeling now, he knew it wasn't lust, he knew his feeling was something he had gotten the time to find out what it could be. The strangest thing was that he was so damn turned on even though she didn’t even do anything to him at all. In fact, she did the opposite of what he wanted her to do! For the first time, he felt impatient and his desire was starting to take control. This was not him at all.

That morning I woke up and didn’t have someone knocking on my door demanding that I teach them how to shoot or accompany them on a walk. I went into withdrawal with its buried screams, burning memories, and silent breakdown. And I remained in that fvcking withdrawal for seven years. But it’s not withdrawal if it lasted that long; it’s an obsession. As soon as I returned, that obsession grabbed me by the throat like nothing ever had. It's different from the obsession pulsing under my skin, demanding I avenge my parents' death. One is bloodlust with the need to hurt. The other is still some sort of lust, but it’s like a never-ending ache, the type that carved its place into the very marrow of

, Shaurya finished his speech and saw how horrible Chase's expressions were. "Chasey, think properly. You are only infatuated by Nishu. You have to find out What exactly you feel for her. What is this feeling called? You have a very strong Obsessiveness of attraction for her. And you know that this type of strong Obsessiveness usually does not last long and makes people unable to think about anything else. You are one of those types of people", Shaurya pulled the last strings of Chase's hidden obsession. Shaurya mentally smirked and Chase instantly ran out of his cabin.

Thinking what’s the difference between love and obsession. “Do you love him that much?” “You knew how much I love him ever since when we were young. I just stopped and give value to our friendship when he got engaged but when they broke up—I think it’s the sign that we are the ones who are meant for each other.” Obsessed, the man thought. he can see through the woman’s eyes that she doesn’t love the person she’s talking about rather, she was obsessed with him. And obsession may trigger mental health and he was afraid that the woman will totally go insane.

Real close. “You don’t get to mourn her.” I seethed, my grip on him tightening. His tears soaked his cheeks. Pathetic. “I loved her—” “You never loved her,” I spat. “You wanted to own her. That’s not love. That's obsession, you bastard.” It was crazy. I never thought I would differentiate between love and obsession. I had been obsessed at first, but it grew into love, but now it seemed like it was going to be cut short before seeing the light of day.

Luca said, his voice dropping to something raw and desperate. "I know I should, know it's the right thing, the only decent thing but I can't, Matteo. The thought of her out there, beyond my protection, living a life I'm not part of - it physically hurts, like someone's tearing out my chest." "That's obsession, not love," Matteo said gently. "Love wants the other person's happiness even at the cost of your own. What you're describing is possession, need, addiction." "I know," Luca whispered. " Damn!!, I know exactly what I am, what this is but knowing doesn't change it, doesn't make it stop."

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

Now he had to rely on something else to keep the one he loved beside him. Even by force. Even if that meant binding them with a magical contract. Even if that meant placing chains around their neck. Even if that meant locking every door and every window. So tell me, dear reader... If you were the one who had been wronged, would you forgive the one who hurt you... Even if they loved you? Even if they were willing to literally die if you asked them to? Would you accept becoming the victim of their obsession... Their possessiveness... Their twisted love?