A Student's Obsession の小説・ストーリー

I was desperate to prove that the sexual connection meant something more, even though every logical part of my brain screamed it didn't. “I’ll study tomorrow,” I’d promised myself, muffled against his shoulder, my body still humming from his touch. And then the next day, it was the same. The exams were a countdown to my next breakdown, and I just kept pushing all the messy, painful reality of Austin and Kim away until the final paper was done.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

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

Charles stared outside the window, his mind drifting far away to the events that occurred a few minutes ago. "You'll pay for this" he mumbled under his breath. **** WASHINGTON METROPOLITAN HIGHSCHOOL*** "Why is he always around her?" Mickey wondered, staring at Wyatt who was all over Layla. He looked at Jaime who was busy reading a book, he sighed deeply. He knows his friend is crushing on Layla and seeing her with his enemy is surely going to hurt him a lot. "Hey, Jaime, what's up? You look gloomy today" Wyatt said loudly, gaining the student's attention in class.

I just wanted her. Who would've thought my insatiable and longing desire for my extremely sexy teacher would graduate into some sick , wild obsession? Soon enough , I'd turn into a creepy stalker! That would certainly be a terrible progression. And worse, if Roxie puts two and two together, she'd know about my crush on Amanda.

“Good, good. Thank you for being honest. That is surprisingly common when we do this exercise. Now, how many others wrote that down at some point this morning?” Around twenty students raise their hands, including Dillon. Noah and I both give him a look, and he just shrugs. “I had a huge protein drink right before class.” Professor Cartwright continues, “My suggestion to you all is to try to take care of pissing before class so we can better focus. Okay, now how about a celebrity in our midst. Mr. Stark, what did you write down as your seventh response?” He moves around in his seat and gets a hesitant look on his face before he speaks. “Uh, let me see. Seventh response I wrote down: Charisma.

says Syl, grinning with some bitterness, "and pay attention to other stuff too." "Like Keito?" I ask with a grin, and Syl looks at me horrified. "Uh, me, obviously," says Syl, "who else?" "Have you even told him anything?" asks Hala. "Not really." "If you're obsessed with him, why don't you?" "I mean, it takes guts." "And you don't have enough of that?" Hala and Syl talk, but speaking about obsessions has me glance around to see if Iverson is around, and I spot him a distance away. He walks with a few other students, and doesn't notice me as I observe him.

He draws out, smacking his lips loudly as he runs his other hand through his unpacked hair. He pins me harder to the wall and I grunt, trying to push him off but his grip on me is too strong. He holds me tight in place. “I easily forget the people I have sex with, why is your fucking case different?” He bites out, frustration written on his face and I totally agree with him on that. I lose it whenever Nikolai is around, I don't get control of myself. I lose it. I want him. So badly, more than I can ever imagine.