A Student Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

She tapped Dae Hyun’s back a little hard, sending a code for him to let her go. “I’m sorry,” Dae Hyun whispered. “I don’t know why I’ve bad feelings lately.” “I’m alright, Oppa,” replied Qeiza. “I think you’ve pushed yourself too hard to work very late at night.” Qeiza knew well Dae Hyun’s habits. Her adopted brother was just like Ansel. He was a workaholic who didn’t know time when he was struggling with the stack of documents or macbook. “I guessed so,” Dae Hyun agreed. “But, you’ve always bothered my mind. Have you been in trouble?”

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

We haven't even started on our project so I didn't see the big deal in doing so. But a little piece of my mind knew that if I did that, then I wouldn't see the caramel eyed boy and I don't think I can stand that. Sure, he's in a few more classes of mine but we don't get to talk like we do in this one. It's strange how you can become obsessed with someone even after such a short amount of time. Because that's what I am: obsessed.

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

He did not blink. Julian shifted in his seat. He felt hot under the collar. "So, Aiden," Julian started. "The file says you have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Is that right?" "Yes," Aiden said. His voice was deep and smooth. "I have an obsession. I can’t stop thinking about it. It controls my life." "What is the obsession?" Julian asked. He kept his face professional. He saw many patients. He knew how to stay calm. "It’s a person," Aiden said.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

"We play the game. We follow the rules. Because the hand that moves first is the one that gets cut off. And I’m not losing my hand, Sera." "You're already losing your mind," I said. "Go to bed," he said. I walked away, leaving him alone in the dark. As I lay in the big, cold bed in the back room, I realized that the rules weren't for safety. They were a dam. Caspian was holding back a flood of obsession that was bigger than the university and bigger than the Calloways. And I was the only one who knew that the dam was starting to crack.

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."

All she wanted was Julian. The fantasies came at the worst times. She would be in the library and suddenly feel the heat rise inside her, imagining him pulling her into the stacks, punishing her for not focusing. She’d be at lunch with a friend and catch herself zoning out, remembering the way his mouth felt on her, the way he said “good girl” when she got it right. It became an obsession she couldn’t hide. And worse, she started noticing things she hated to notice. The way other women looked at him. The way some of his other students leaned in close when they asked him questions. The way he sometimes smiled politely at them, answering with that calm authority that made her weak.