Book Obsession Novels & Stories

"When you put it that way..." The next half hour passed surprisingly quickly. The longer I spent inside Thompson's, the more I liked it. Every shelf seemed to contain something even more interesting than the last. Books with cracked leather spines. Maps rolled into neat cylinders. Jars of pigment stacked in careful rows. Bundles of charcoal. It was all very vintage. The place felt less like a business and more like the physical manifestation of a very specific obsession. “Elara?” “Yes?” “How many books are actually in here?”

“I mean, come on. This whole arrangement? The way he watches you? That man doesn’t just want a wife. He wants *you*. All of you.” I shook my head. “It’s not romantic, Stass. It’s possession. Like acquiring a rare item he couldn’t touch before.” “Maybe,” she said thoughtfully. “But obsession can turn into something else.” “Or burn us both alive.” She grinned. “You’ve always liked fire.” Later that afternoon, I headed to my last class of the day—Advanced Behavioral Psychology. It was my favorite subject, the one that made me feel like I still had a future outside mafia deals and forced vows.

As she approaches her next lecture room, a scent she had never smelled before hits her, making Opal stand and pace restlessly inside her head. Isadora freezes at the door, her eyes staring at the floor and his shiny black business shoes, moving up his dress-pant-covered legs, over his tight arse, up his sculptured back, his muscles mesmerising as they moved under his sleek black shirt as he wrote on the whiteboard.

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.”

I keep seeing her, lips and legs parted, back arching, the shock on her face when I walked in on her. I curse myself silently for not coming in more silently, it would have been a view to remember. I mean I've looked away for years, and now, I don't think I want to look away anymore. I eyed the stack of reports that needed my reviews and approvals, picked the next one, and snapped it open. "All subsidiary equity interests shall be restructured in accordance with..." I wonder which of her book boyfriends is making her cum this time. It doesn't look like the first time, I already want to burn all those books. I want to be the only one who makes her toes curl the only one who makes her beg.

I growled as I dropped the book back on the table, making sure I dropped it the way she left it. I went through her wardrobe and sniffed on her clothes. I have dreamt of this severally, sniffing her body and claiming her as mine. I couldn't help but lean more into the closet and my eyes came in contact with her panties. I swallowed hard as my curiosity piqued, wondering how she smells down there. I clenched fist as I tried to hold back the urges that shot through my veins. ‘Get your act together,dude.’ I growled internally. I know you might call me crazy, weird. That's me,I can't control myself when I start obsessing. I have never felt this way towards any human,she is the first and forever

But among all the mess, something caught my eye. In the corner of the living room, a shrine to Claire stood out like a sore thumb. There were pictures of her, some cut out from social media and others that looked like they'd been taken without her knowledge. They were arranged neatly, almost obsessively, on a small table with candles. There were love notes, too, scribbled on pieces of paper, filled with delusional promises and twisted confessions of his feelings. My stomach turned as I realized the depth of his obsession. This was way more than just a workplace crush gone wrong; this was much more dangerous.

He was сlеаrlу joking, but thеrе were tіmеѕ that соuld асtuаllу bе a possibility. “Sо I hаvе a rеаdіng оbѕеѕѕіоn, you knеw thаt already.” It wаѕn’t like I had lіеd аbоut it. I wаѕ vеrу open аbоut bеіng a bооk geek to thе core.

After some time of laughing, we ended it with a sigh and looked at Marcus who only shook his head. "Do you girls want to go to the movies some time? Did you know that the movie, 'His Obsession' is out already? The one written by this awesome author, 'Gift Odulesi'." Marcus informed us with a broad smile. "Really?!" Sheryl and I squealed. "Wow, that's so cool! The 'His Obsession' that the main characters are Eve Netherland and Justin Carter? I really loved that book and I'll love to watch the movie." My lips curved into a smile.

He couldn’t do anything worse than he had already done Lilian was done being nice and helpful. She was going to put herself first from now on starting with opening her bakery. She didn’t care the impression it would give. She would already imagine the news headlines “ Wife of Billionaire Xavier Knight now Bakery owner “ They wouldn’t really care to include her name only his and she honestly didn’t care . She was going to make the best out this horrible situation . She had lost all appetite to eat and left the food on the table and retired to her room. The stress , worries and events of the day put her straight to sleep.