What Is Obsession In Love 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.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

“Alpha Ragas, I will be the one to choose the man I will stay with. Not you. You already had your chance and wasted it. You picked Lorrie, remember? Now, it's my turn to pick. If I may ask, Alpha Ragas, what is your definition of love? Is it love when only one person feels it and is forcing the other person to feel it too? I asked, and he looked like he knew I was right, but didn't want to admit it. “It's still love. Might not be the most popular type of love out there, but it is still love.” He replied, and Tristan leaned against the table. “No, that's not love. It is obsession. When you love someone, you want them to be happy. You want to see, and hear them laugh…” “I want you to be happy.

As proof of how deeply he loved him, how nothing not even a child, not even the family they were supposedly building together—could ever come before Silius in his heart. He hadn't considered, until this very moment, racing through the parking lot toward his car with his pulse hammering and his mind spiraling toward every possible tragedy, that devotion twisted that far out of shape didn't look like love to anyone standing on the outside of it. It looked exactly like what Ryan had called it. Obsession. And now, with Silius missing and the truth of everything finally laid bare between them, Mathew was about to discover just how much damage that obsession had already caused—and how much more it

And once I’m done, you will belong to me… Only to me! Rowan returns his lips to hers, continuing his dominant kiss. Calista hadn’t realised or even noticed the depth of his obsession for her until now, believing he was just her best friend. Realising how Rowan was going to claim her, she pulls at his hold on her wrists and tries to move her hips to not only dislodge him but move away, unfortunately, it didn’t work, as it only makes him want inside her more. Not being able to back off now or stop himself, Rowan places both her wrists in one hand before sliding the other down her arm over her breast and hip to hook it under her thigh, pulling it up and over his shoulder.

His hand lifted, hesitated, then curled into a fist at his side instead of touching me. “Because I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” My stomach flipped, part fear, part something I refused to name. I swallowed hard. “That’s not love, Sebastian. That’s obsession.” His lips curved, not in amusement, but in something darker. “Maybe it is. But obsession keeps you alive. Love? Love gets people killed.” The words chilled me. There was history in them, shadows he wasn’t sharing. A secret that gnawed at the edges of my sanity because I knew—I just knew—I hadn’t heard the full story.

He was asking himself silently what the feeling of love was or he was going to experience it. “It is like the feeling of loyalty toward someone. You are loyal to them because you appreciate and love them. The only difference between this love and the one you have toward us is that you won’t have sexual urges toward us, but with the other person, you will want to be close to them, touch them, and do…other stuff.” I said, getting his attention and he cocked his head to the side, thinking about my words and I guess comparing them to his feelings. “I have never had any urges of that kind. I have never looked at someone and thought I want to be intimate with them.”

"Sleeplessness, distraction, depression, euphoria, loss of appetite, fever, agitation, are the overriding obsession people have in their relationship which is mistaken for love." "Is a good obsession though. Love never really loves until it is reality-tested with the trial. Trials prove the durability of an obsession. Questions should be asked to the lovers like, 'Do you find your partner's breath unpleasant?' or 'Will you go on living if he left you?'" "I say a yes to that," Belinda said. "People think that love is the mere thrill or passing pleasure but it's not, it's an obsession. Love is not an escape from loneliness or boredom, it isn't a comfortable adjustment for practical convenience

"These memories will be painful to take in, but you need to relax and patiently go along with it. In that way, things like what you witnessed today or yesterday will eventually help you get your memories back." "I guess, I should do that." She sighed. "Is there such a person that has a great obsession with a certain thing, that could lead to killing or harming other people even at a young age?" "That's not impossible." Sandra fixed her glasses. "It's because of the background, and how the people around her act that could stir inside someone's head to do something extreme. An obsession? It started with the lack of love that the person receives. Then, when one shows love, the obsessive person

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.