What Is Obsession In Love Novels & Stories

“Sorry. Carry on.” I sighed again. “Yes, the guy I went on a date with. We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month and now…he wants more. I want more, but hell, I’m afraid. I don’t want to repeat what happened before. I can already feel it. I’m already more than a little obsessed with him.” “Sometimes love and obsession are one and the same. Sometimes you can’t tell them apart because they’re no different. Love is thinking of someone every day, wanting to be with them all the time, needing to know everything about them. Just like an obsession is.”

“ I heard the news , I went to your house you weren’t there. Please Apples, tell me it’s all a joke. I went to your finally home, your father confirmed it. I wouldn’t believe it until I hear it from you “ He was still hopeful. Lilian crumbled to the floor sobbing as she remembered how they met. She was at a grocery store going through the fruits and vegetables isle when they bumped into each other. She was there to pick some apples and so the nickname stuck. He invited her for coffee and ever since then , they had been an item. “It felt like love at first sight” Lilian would tell anyone who was willing to listen. As she sobbed on the floor , she played another voicemail “ I saw the videos… I

I say running my hand through his hair. “It’s just that I love you so much.” He says squeezing me. “I love you too, and those who love care and talk, don’t scream,” I say giving him a smell. "I'm an idiot." He says, still standing there squeezing me. “Stop cursing yourself, we’ll be fine...” I say and he finally lifts his head and looks at me. "I love you." He says looking into my eyes. "I love you too," I speak sincerely. Oliver approaches and we exchange a passionate kiss, then we get out of the car and go into the mall.

I looked forward, placing my elbows on the counter and resting my chin on my folded hands. “I just have a question.” I said nothing to that and nodded after a while. “Is it really love?” I stilled, turning to him very slowly. He stared at me, his expression serious. “What?” “Is it really love, Alexander?” he repeated, like I didn't hear him the first time. “Of course it’s love! What else would it be?” “An obsession. An addiction. Trust me, they can be similar, but they’re very different. And those two are not healthy, Alexander. They’re dangerous.”

I state taking a sip of my coffee. “And what is that?” She asks putting her cup down. “How do you know if it’s love or obsession?” I ask quietly staring down at my cup. “Well in my opinion obsession is more about wanting that person physically with you all the time and if they aren't then you feel like things are slipping away. While love is that even if they aren’t with you physically, you don’t feel void, empty, or restless. You still feel at peace, because you know their yours no matter where they are.”

Although she disapproved of my actions, she knew she would have made the same choices if she had been me. "Can't a woman lose herself to love in peace?" I asked. A bitter laugh escaping me. "That's not love, Melani." Her voice turned colder. "It's obsession." I smiled at my reflection, not the least offended by her words. People feared obsession because they didn't understand devotion. Because they lacked the courage to want something completely. To need something completely. I am different; for a long time now, I have known what I desire. Zaden. But he wronged me!

He whispered between his teeth, soft but sharp: "No, you said you loved him a lot. Aren’t those feelings? I bet he’s in love with you… if not you with him. Friendship between a male and female is impossible. After closeness, instincts decide fate." His hand slowly slid down lower, tracing confidently and calmly, stirring my body. His touches were light but burning. My body shivered, and I whispered nervously: "Mr. Dorian, please… someone… might see us." I gasped as I heard the sound of a zipper opening.

It can't be. "It's obsession," I answer looking into his eyes. He doesn't look away. I can't get any read on him. "Can't it both?" I don't have an answer to that. He sees the confusion on my face. "I'll prove it to you, and obsession isn't such a bad thing," he says sitting back down. "You have me locked in your house, shackled to the bed and you still think obsession isn't a bad thing?" I ask. "How do you know I don't do all that out of love?" he is really convinced all this is normal. "You don't hurt the person you love," I argue.

"I don't know because you won't let me in. Because every time we get close, you pull away or get jealous or act like I'm some possession you need to guard." "You're not a possession." "Then stop treating me like one." "I can't." The admission tore out of me. "I can't because every time I see you with another man, every time someone else makes you smile or touches you or looks at you the way I want to look at you, I lose my mind. I want to tear them apart. I want to lock you away where no one else can reach you." "That's not love, Killian. That's obsession."

She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face Or maybe she wanted to taste it. Damn him. Damn her. Enzo clapped his hands togracingether. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s focus. We’ve got an empire to burn down.” Serena’s heart was still . She could not allow herself to be in a bigger trouble because she had always been drawn to dangerous men and Lucien is top in that list.