What Is Obsession In Love Novels & Stories

She realised it today. "What the….you are sounding like you have already become obsessed with him, Jazlyn Kingston," Iris spat, annoyed which made Jazlyn frowned. "Obsession is a very thrilling term, Iris because it can be more deep and harmful than love or hate, babe," Jazlyn uttered. Kaya just silently heard her. "Obsession is capable of silently shoving you to that edge where the fine line between right and wrong, good and bad, hate and love would blur," Kaya just stored those words of Jazlyn's inside her heart.

From a one night stand, we spent more than one night at a time, to getting engaged so that she would be free from the demands of marriage. Was our relationship just an obsession? Sex? Or was it what I can call and believe in now? "Sorry ...." I got up from the sofa we were sitting on to reach for the glass of mineral water on the table. Before drinking, I shook my head as I said, "I swear, I'm confused. I don't know what kind of woman I'm in love with." Love? I wasn't even sure what love itself looked like this time. I was increasingly afraid that the people around us would become the next victims of an obsession forced under the pretext of love.

With no space to go further back,she stopped. I moved closer to her ..Man ! The smell of her..She smelled like a fresh flower..My inner bee is so eager to devour that flower.. My breath is giving goosebumps to her entire body..She started biting her lips in nervousness..Shit Riya!! I badly wanted to do that for her.Lust is currently overtaking my mind..That lips belong to me and only i have that right.. This thought reminded me of yesterday's incident on which Riya smiled for that piece of shit...

Markson, instead of it being the other way around. "Love has a way of making people act foolishly. I can't believe I'm stooping so low because of love," Daniel reflected, releasing a heavy sigh as he got into his car.

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."

Lalissa asked gently. The question made my chest ache. "I don't know. He's never said it. He's possessive and intense and he wants me. But I don't know if that's love or just him wanting to own me." "Girl, that's not love," Octavia said, her voice softer now but still firm. "That's obsession. And obsession isn't sustainable." "I know." I muttered. "Do you?" Octavia leaned forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, you're throwing away a good guy who actually loves you for someone who might just be using you."

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.

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

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.

His expression didn't read agitation like mine did. "That girl is just crazy." He sighed, facing his laptop and continuing whatever work he was doing on it. "You know, she came to the office earlier today claiming to want to have me and stories like that." He chuckled a little. "She's so adamant on that. Her love is frustrating." "Love?" I dropped my phone on the bed. "Don, this isn't love, this is obsession, don't you get?" He stared at me with a raised brow. "Obsession, huh? I've never actually seen it that way but now that you've pointed it out, I guess you're right. It is obsession."