Book Obsession Novels & Stories

"Noon. My office." Marcus's office at noon has the quality it had the first time I came here, the top floor and the floor-to-ceiling windows and the city spread out below in the way that says this belongs to me, and Marcus is seated this time, which is different, the authority established through stillness rather than positioning. He slides a script across the desk before I sit down. I sit down. I pick it up. The project is called Obsession, which is the kind of title that tells you something about the project's intentions. I flip to the character breakdown.

Not long after lying her body on the bed, she dozed off and became unaware now of everything around her. Inside his room, Boss Dar got a small black-covered book and browse its pages as if looking for something urgent on every page. After a few more browsing, he finally stopped flipping the pages of the book and focused his eyes on what has been written in the book. Then he furrowed thereafter as his eyes froze on that page.

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

He’s just another monster who serves his Satan, he was the one who made me kill Sarah’s father, I can’t let him be because he really might hurt Sarah, I know wouldn’t kill her because I could sense Bar’s obsession for her even from miles apart. He was crazy for her; he couldn’t let anyone kill her because he decides what happens to his obsessions. He considered them his property and that’s what he thinks about Sarah. “She’s not an object, accept it before laying hands on her, you never loved her” “She’s not an object, it all must’ve started as an obsession but it’s not anymore. That day, I came to beg for her, for the first time in my life I wanted to have someone so badly that I didn’t mind

MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me. "...I do." No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me. "She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost." A few contestants exchange glances. "And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."

"Because if we lived under the same roof permanently, I would definitely end up killing him." I smiled despite myself, feeling a rare moment of genuine ease. Nathan pointed a thumb toward the kitchen area. "Coffee?" "Please," I said. While he disappeared toward an expensive-looking espresso machine, I continued to wander around the loft, exploring the space. The more I looked around, the more confused I became. This was not at all what I had expected from Nathan Grayson. Not even close. There were books everywhere. I ran my fingers along the spines, reading the titles. Books on world history, politics, global finance, and law. One entire bookshelf was completely dedicated to advanced archite

I knew that voice and it was hard to find golddiggers where gold was. It was Zoey. I gave her my best smile, “Zoey….” “River…I guess you made the wrong turn. The thrift store is down the mall.” “River, I found the perfect bag…” Blue came with a black purse which was almost as jaw dropping as the one I wanted. “Ahh, the entire clan of rats are here.” Zoey commented “What do you want, Zoey?” Blue asked her as she glared at her. Zoey smirked, her perfectly manicured fingers brushing over the Chanel display like she owned it. “Oh, nothing. Just making sure the charity cases don’t overstep.”

The audience of the live show went berserk. "Look at that gaze! He's staring right through the assistant! Are there any fan fiction authors writing stories about them? I would totally read it—the spicy kind!" "Still think he's not interested? The moment he walked in, his radar directed him straight to the assistant's side! He isn't even hiding it anymore!" "Sneaking a peek, hey? That's cute! Am I watching a fashion design competition, or is this a reality dating show? Well, it doesn't matter. I'll watch it anyway! Please keep this momentum going! Otherwise, I'll be mad!"

He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

“But all of my plans were ruined when I saw you for the second time, in the hospital, pacing back and forth, looking after my mother. And that’s when knew you were more than just a business deal. You became my craziest obsession. Something I had yet so far. And I wanted you all to myself no matter what.” “I have gotten everything I ever wanted and just the mere thought of you not being mine, drove me insane.” He rasped. My lips parted slightly in disbelief as I stared at him. With one long stride, he stood before me. My eyes widen when I looked at how enlarged his pupils were. His eyes reeking of lust, obsession, and something more. An emotion I had never encountered.