A Student Obsession Novels & Stories

“Anyone can see it. You’re like a bitch in heat, Rave. Like every other female in this university. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” “I wouldn’t mind staying after class,” Tessa says, popping her lips together before doing a disturbingly skilled tongue trick. Sam snorts. “I bet that desk feels real good underneath my hips.” Tessa bursts into a grin, but Delilah sharply snaps her fingers together. “Why is everybody so obsessed with him?” she demands. “It’s just a man. You don’t even know him.” “I don’t need to know him,” Tessa says with a shrug. “I want to know that dick.”

“It’s terrifying. And hot. Mostly terrifying. But still… girl.” I flop onto the bed. “What do I do?” “Depends,” she says, climbing onto the bed beside me. “Do you want to survive this semester without getting blacklisted from every billionaire-owned estate in town—or do you want to play with fire and possibly burn your life down in the most delicious way?” I groan. “I hate your metaphors.” She nudges me. “Zara, look. He’s obsessed. He doesn’t text maids. He doesn’t look at maids. But you? He’s texting you during class like some pissed-off ex.”

“It’s like I’m haunted.” I put on my best therapist voice: “You know obsession is a two-way street, right? He probably doesn’t think about you at all.” She actually looked offended. “I don’t obsess.” “You literally Googled him until two in the morning. I heard you typing.” “That was research. I don’t want to get humiliated in front of Dr. Harrison.” I cackled, loud enough that a couple at the next table turned to stare. “You are so full of shit. You want him to humiliate you. You want him to drag you in front of the whole class and—” I made a spanking gesture.

her voice was breaking. I am not in love with her; I am obsessed. I am addicted; she is my version of marijuana and every other dangerous drug out there. I already knew from the moment I saw her that it was the end of me, or maybe the beginning. But all I knew was that this girl sitting on the bed was my whole world, my reason for breathing and living. She is the only thing that makes sense in this fucked-up world of mine, and I’d rather have every part of me cut and roasted than to let her go. She has to love me; she has no other option, because she is never escaping me. Whenever she is involved, nothing else makes sense. It is an unhealthy obsession, but it is also something completely out

I rub my face. " Good night sleeping beauty"They speak on the other side of the line, and only with sarcasm is their voice I can know who it is "What do you want, Luis?"I roll my eyes. It is very unbearable. Luis is a friend of Karla's that I met a few months ago. Since then he has had a strange obsession with me, he always calls me, sends me messages and I've even caught him watching you from afar. It's kind of awkward and weird.

Once I’ve taken her in every way I want, I can finally move on. That's what I am hoping for, anyway. It's just an obsession with her body. An obsession with her filthy, innocent mind. My fucking, twisted student. It would take a few weeks, at least. To fuck her in every way that I want. To fuck her after ripping off all the clothes that I bought her. I don't share my belongings, but as it stands now.. Hell, if she asked for everything I own, I’d hand it over without hesitation. As long as she lets me fuck her. Own her. She is mine. She has no way of escaping me.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

“I think sometimes people don’t realize how deep they’ve fallen into it. It starts small—checking their social media, driving by their house ‘just to see.’ But over time…” He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of experience. “It can escalate. The person might start following them or showing up unannounced, thinking they’re being romantic or that it’s a sign of how much they care. But that’s the thing about obsession—it warps your perception. What you think is love or concern might actually be… something darker.”

No one dares to question me. They gathered their things, casting me a few cautious glances as they hurried out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The same thoughts. About her. I fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling with frustration etched deep within me. What the hell was happening to me? I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I wasn’t supposed to be so... obsessed. She was just a girl, a student, a mistake I should’ve never made. It was just once. But now I couldn’t get her out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t even fuck her, how the did I get so obsessed with her?

Obsessed was literally the last thing that I thought that I would ever be for a girl , but there are so many reasons right now that are telling me that I was freaking obsessed with her . For the longest that I could remember , I knew that I wasn’t going to be a simp for any girl , but right now I don’t even know if I am being right or just going nuts by thinking about it . I hated the fact that I had to be this way towards her . I have met so many women in my life and never did I think that I was going to fall for a college student .