A Fatal Obsession Novels & Stories

But not for long. My men would continue to watch her. Not touch. Not interfere. I wanted her raw, stripped of the world she built around herself. And tonight, it had already begun. The wine. The frustration. The way she kicked off her shoes like she hated everything that had happened the moment she left me. That’s what obsession looks like at the start—small cracks. And cracks spread. I poured myself another drink and returned to the board. Checkmate was inevitable. It always was.

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

Her protector like this turning him into a fake tormentor. For the past 9 months. The only thing she could feel was guilt, pain and immense regret. She was dying second by second whenever she heard how that man who did nothing but to respect her being accused of the things he never did. Someone said the right thing. It doesn't take much of an effort for love to turn into an obsession after an unwanted rejection. It was her condition. She indeed got obsessed with her love. She became the destruction. The killer of her own heart. Why. Just why she did that. Why. She ruined so many lives. So many people. So many relations just because she was obsessed with making him as hers.

The blame rests entirely upon my actions. His arms tightened around me. Against my hair he murmured the words, "No, it’s not." My attempts to halt the progression proved futile. The sensation of it taking place reached my awareness. That spiraling sensation. The oppressive burden suffocates and compresses. The event extended beyond her mere passing. This event marked his demise as well. The memories returned with relentless force, sweeping through my consciousness as an unyielding tidal surge. An additional firearm discharge occurred. Another friend gone. A lifeless body rests at my feet.

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

His eyes were filled with a mix of love and madness. "I am so lucky to die having seen you, Avyana.I hurt you this time too, but I was helpless. I was dying for you, dying just to see you. I knew this obsession had no limits. Only death could separate us. I am your sinner, Avyana" he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead for the last time. Indeed, he was right. First came attraction, then bonds, then love, then devotion, and finally, obsession. Obsession always leads to death when it becomes extreme.

I responded. All I needed was to leave this man and move on with my life. It was clear now that my obsession with him could lead me nowhere. It was one thing to think I’d entered a book and another thing to realize I’d regressed. I’d gone back to a time before my obsession destroyed me so now, more than ever, I had to nick this obsession in the bud. He was not for me. I’d seen first-hand that he could never be for me and that no matter what he said, the woman in his heart would always be Lily. I’d died twice already. This time, I should get to live a fulfilling life. This man would be a hindrance to such a life.

I said. “Yeah well now I’m pissed because why have you not eaten. I’m very sure that twat Ife is responsible for this. I’m sorry baby..” he said and put his hand on my face. I almost flinched away but man, I was trying very hard to be very careful with this man. He was going to snap if I did anything stupid. In his eyes I could see someone who was deranged. His mind was broken at this point. He was troubled. This frantic pursuit of me was not because he loved me but it was much deeper than that. He was obsessed. And obsession could make people do crazy things that they in their right mind would not normally do.