Passion Vs Obsession Novels & Stories

"That's not an answer. You didn't even know me when you decided you wanted me, you saw me once and decided I was yours. So why? What is it about me specifically that made you obsessed?" "I'm not obsessed." "Yes you are. You attacked Haven, killed people and dragged me here against my will. You've spent weeks trying to convince me to accept you, that's the definition of obsession Orion." "It's devotion. There's a difference between devotion and obsession." "Not from where I'm standing. Now answer the question. Why me? Why not some other woman who actually wanted you?" "Because you're strong. Because you survived torture that would have broken anyone else, when I first saw you there was someth

Understood what had driven her to cross every line. It wasn't about destroying the marriage. It was about wanting what Aria had. About craving the same man. About being addicted to something that had lasted less than an hour. Aria felt a strange compassion for her. Because she understood the obsession. She understood what it felt like to be consumed by a man. She understood what it felt like to want him so badly that rationality disappeared. But she also understood that obsession wasn't love. And desire wasn't ownership. Isabella had wanted to prove that she could have Dante. That her body was worthy of his. That she could make him feel something, even unconscious.

He moaned against my nipple, emboldening me even more, I tightened my grip on his manhood and began moving my hand up and down. “Fuck,” his voice was a throaty whisper. He leaned back against his leather seat while I worked his erection. “I need to have you,” his raspy voice echoed. Ignoring his words, I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hand over his toned chest. Mason was a drug that I never could get enough of. An unhealthy obsession that I couldn’t let go off, no matter how badly I wanted to. He was bad for me, but God he was perfect. I flicked my tongue over his nipple and he flinched, as though he had just been burned. I smiled as I molded my lips over nipple, sucking and tasting just li

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

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.

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.

"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.