A Student's Obsession の小説・ストーリー

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.

I sigh and turn to face my vacant bedside. She had to be by my side, but I had to wait. I promised to be patient, but fuck you, man. My therapist would definitely call me an obsessed son of a bitch if he saw me right now. However, he wouldn't be incorrect, and my addiction wouldn't be helped by any number of journal entries or meaningless letters. Yes, it is what it seems to be—an obsession. I'm completely, totally sucked into Via Rosalind Hawthorne. I made an attempt to avoid her, but I couldn't. My pals too failed miserably even though they believed they could accomplish the same.

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.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

"A life I know is something I look forward to getting back this summer. Away from all this madness, rumour obsessed students and all that. It'll be a nice break." "Rumour obsessed students?" "It's the perfect label for them. I mean, I get that it's normal for people to gossip and spread rumours but boy I've had my fair share already in the past two weeks to last me an entire life time." "But there will always be more," he commented meaningfully and I knew exactly what he was referring to. "I know that it will happen when the secret is out. But I think for now I'll focus on giving them as little gossip material as I possibly can."

He quickly took in the presence of the girl Her raven black hair, attractive plump lips and brown eyes. He turned his eyes away from her and proceeds to teach. "I hope you all understood the topic and have a good day today, we'll have a short revision test in our next class" Dane said before leaving the classroom The class instantly became noisy after he left, everyone kept talking about the new hot lecturer. She just simply rolled her eyes and turned her concentration back to her phone, she hardly concentrated on what he taught...She didn't even find anything special in him, of course he was indeed handsome, she disliked him for his actions

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

"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.