A Student's Obsession Cast Novels & Stories

I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat. “There’s someone at school,” I finally continued. “Bridgette Castillon. She’s… she’s obsessed with him. My groupmates said she’s capable of doing everything just to get what she wants.” Andre straightened, his jaw tightening slightly. “Doing everything? Like what?” “I don’t know exactly. But she’s not the type to take ‘no’ lightly,” I said, nervously twirling a strand of my hair. “Sweetie,” Andre said firmly, his hand squeezing mine in reassurance. “Don’t worry. I’m here to protect you. I won’t let her hurt you. Not in any way. I promise.”

their professor said and then opened the book in her hands. “But before beginning with today's topic, I want to ask all of you what do you think is obsession as it's our primary focus for today's topic, so how would you define obsession and what do you think would happen if it entangles with love or any other human emotions?” the professor asked everyone and then started roaming her eyes. “So who would like to answer first?” The professor uttered, wandering her gaze over everyone until it landed on Ezrene. “Ms. Ezrene Soler, right?” The professor pointed towards Ezrene. She stood up on her feet and then nodded her head.

“I understand. I have one final secret. One last truth that could change everything you think you know about this family. About the entire war we have been fighting.” John’s grip on my hand tightened. “What is it Sarah? Tell us. No more games.” Sarah looked at all of us, her eyes heavy with the weight of years. “The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…”

His fingers curled slightly. “So you can smile this freely, Leon?” Noa muttered. He watched Sebastian lean in slightly while talking. Then Leon smiled again. Something colder settled in Noa’s stomach. A student beside him said, “You know Sebastian’s been obsessed with meeting Leon.” Noa’s eyes sharpened. “Obsessed?” The student laughed. “Like seriously. He talks about him a lot.” Noa looked back and saw Leon laughing again. Angrily, he looked away. His jaw tightened.

I said nothing. He scoffed. “You’re spiraling, bro.” “I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. You’re obsessed.” I shot him a look. “You think I don’t notice?” he continued. “How you watch her in class. How you ask if she’s in the lounge. How your mood depends on whether she obeys you or not.” I didn’t reply. Because he was right. And I hated it. “I’m not obsessed,” I muttered. “You’re something,” George said. “And it’s not the J.J. I grew up with.”

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

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.

Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could. Caleb strolled up beside me, grinning. “If you wanna win over Ma’am Maddie, you’ve gotta win over her students first,” he said, and I shot him a curious look. But just as quickly as he said it, he laughed awkwardly and made a quick getaway. “We forgot the rest of the school supplies!” he called out as he rushed off, like he’d just remembered something urgent. I turned my attention back to Marco, who was kneeling beside a little girl, listening to her chatter as she showed off the new supplies she’d gotten.

“But they’re gone now.” She looks up at me, her expression unreadable—but not scared. Not like I expected. Instead, she looks… troubled. And that bothers me more than fear. Before she can say anything, a cluster of students walks past us, their whispers loud enough for any wolf within a mile to hear. “Is he picking her up again?” “Bro, that’s every day—” “He’s obsessed—” “He looks like he’ll kill someone—” Theressa winces, her shoulders dipping the slightest bit.