A Student Obsession Novels & Stories

I say cautiously, “then good for him. He deserves to be happy. All he ever does is work.” “An obsession?” Star asks, tilting her head toward Sasha. Her question hangs in the air, her tone pressing for more. “Yes,” Sasha snaps, her eyes flashing with something I can’t quite place. “An obsession. That thing where you fixate on someone or something, obsess over it, let it consume you until it destroys your entire life. That kind of obsession.” Her laugh rings out, sharp and humorless, like she’s sharing some inside joke that only she understands. But beneath it, there’s something darker—jealousy. It’s faint, but it’s there, simmering just below the surface.

On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results. First, it was my obsession with making more money than I could ever spend. I was obsessed with being the best in the game. But lately, all those obsessions seemed like something so laughable, like a child's play compared to the obsession I'm currently growing towards Iris Paige. It's infuriating, irritating, and fucking unbearable. The harsh reality was that I was completely obsessed with her. Addicted wasn't a strong enough word to even start describing what I feel. I could no longer run away from it like I did when I was twenty-three. I've officially hit rock bottom admitting that I'm full-blown obsessed with

I asked my eyebrows raised. “No Mia nothing is wrong with her” “Then why do you keep turning her down, she has been trying to get your attention for like forever” I exclaimed raising my hands. “That’s it Mia I don’t want a girl that seeks my attention, I want to be the one to be following her like a lost puppy” “You are just looking for a silly excuse to not date her right?” I said folding my arms. “Yeah” he smiled looking everywhere but me, I sigh heavily as Katie comes in with the food we ordered, she tried to get Matt's attention again but he wasn’t even sparing her a glance.

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when

If she was willing to step closer, it meant I wasn’t the only one feeling this. That meant everything could go wrong. At home, I dropped my backpack by the door and stared at it like it held answers. My house was quiet too quiet. It always was. Mom worked late. My room felt like a waiting space rather than somewhere I belonged. I pulled out my English book and opened to the marked chapter, but the words blurred. Every sentence turned into her name. Every metaphor felt personal. Obsession starts when people ignore what they feel. I’d said that in class like it was a theory.

PUCK OBSESSION (A Dark Hockey Romance) Intro; People think being obsessed with a hockey player means posters, jerseys, and screaming in packed arenas. But For Kieran Vey, obsession looks different. It looks like memorizing the rhythm of his skates against ice, learning the exact second his jaw tightens before a fight breaks out on the rink, watching interviews frame by frame just to catch the rare moments when NHL golden boy Bryan Calloway looks genuinely angry instead of media-trained perfection.

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

All she could do was cover her face with her notebook but she was still very much visible to them. “Hey!, we can still see you,” Mason whispered as he walked by her. Lena pretended not to hear a thing but unfortunately, they sat right behind her. This class was an hour-long all through Lena was uncomfortable. She couldn’t wait for the class to be over. ‘How can the guy from my dream be real or is this another dream???’ Lena Pinched herself. then she yelled in agony. Lena was trapped in her thoughts. “Lena!!!. Lena!!” The lecturer shouted. It was clear she had been calling her for a while now.

"It's crowded and there's no system and you can't find anything without asking." "I'll tolerate it," I said. "For you." She smiled at the wall. The soft one. "Your turn," I said. "Ask me something." She thought about it. "What did you want to be," she said. "When you were little. Before any of this was decided." I thought about being six years old before the Tuesday. Before everything became about surviving and building and not being helpless. "An astronaut," I said. She turned to look at me. "I'm serious," I said. "I was obsessed. I had books about it. I made Dominic read them to me." I paused. "Then our parents left and Dominic needed me to help hold things together and somewhere in there

Nothing from Giada. I read each one dutifully, as if trying to make up for the fantasies I’m playing out in my head about fucking my student up against the blackboard in our room. I’m a fucking pervert for even fantasizing about it and need to be the good professor now. I read about one student’s fascination with Shakespearean plays, and how Shakespearean tragedies influence his writing, another student’s love of the Byronic hero drawing her to explore the Brontes. I sigh in boredom scanning a paragraph about one student’s visit to Walden Pond after a thorough exploration of Thoreau.