Book Obsession Novels & Stories

I dоn’t need іѕ tо ѕреnd аnоthеr mоmеnt оf energy оn ѕоmеоnе whо won’t treat me wеll, but I саn’t hеlр mуѕеlf. Agаіn, I wоndеr аbоut оbѕеѕѕіоn, and whу thе tеntасlеѕ rеасh іntо every аѕресt of my lіfе.

It feels like I’m losing my mind inch by inch, like the absence of her is its own kind of madness clawing at my skull. Sometimes I wonder what kind of disease or spell Anya Sokolova has cast over me. Because this obsession didn’t start slow it hit me like a bullet to the chest. One encounter during Roman’s wedding wedding, just one look into those soft, startled eyes, and I was a goner. A seasoned mafia man undone in a single breath by a woman who doesn’t even know the damage she’s causing. And God help me…I still can’t get enough.

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.

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.

I really look like shit. I have lost a lot of weight, my hair lost its shine and the colors look dull, and my sunken eyes look sad but mean at the same time. “Ugh, you look just like him when you talk about murder and effing someone.” Isabella said, standing, and I frowned at her when she stood in front of me and took the hairbrush off my hand, and began to tease the knots out of my hair. “I saw him once when I went to the mansion to give your brother and Gabriel the updates and even though Jason gave me a briefing about everyone in there but girl, this Michael is fucked up, though I’m sure now that he loves you. In his own way, if I might add.”

“Let’s just work on the project. Romeo and Juliet, right?” He groaned. “God, not that one. Can we pick anything else? Wuthering Heights, maybe? Something where they destroy each other with passion and rage instead of poison and teenage melodrama.” I smiled despite myself. “You’re oddly poetic for a guy who looks like he doesn’t believe in love.” He leaned closer, the grin gone. “I don’t. But I believe in obsession.” Something in my stomach twisted. Dangerous. That’s what he was. All warning signs, and I was already ignoring them.

Sketches, God, his sketches, covered one wall, me laughing, me reading, me asleep on their couch, and then there was my old scarf—faded blue and frayed—draped over a chair like a relic of who I used to be. A drawing of my hands. Another of my mouth. A crude little heart with my name inside it, like a kid’s notebook doodle. “You…” I breathed. “You kept all this?” He didn’t speak. I turned slowly. “Fabian, this is—” “Obsessive?” he offered, voice cool. I swallowed. “A little.” “Say it,” he said, stepping inside. “You’re obsessed.” It came out half scared, half windless thrill and partly terrified.

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.

is the first thing Karla says when leaving the store i roll my eyes "I don't know, I don't care She just looks at me with a bad face but doesn't dare to say more. After half an hour walking around the market, Karla and I are super tired so we decided to take a break in one of the banks that are in the mall. For the second time today, that feeling comes back to me. The feeling of being watched. I look surreptitiously to the sides and I can't find anything. The sensation does not go away, but rather it becomes more and more present. " You know, Karla?"he spoke, calling her attention" I feel observed. It's like someone is watching me from afar. It's a strange feeling.