Books About Obsession Novels & Stories

Because instead of forgetting, instead of letting it fade into something insignificant, I become obsessed. With it…. With the why? With the how? With The Who? I become obsessed with the curiosity of unraveling it all and the more I try to rationalize it, the more It sits at the back of my mind like an itch I can’t scratch, it’s quiet at first when I try to suppress it but then it’s loud, it becomes louder and louder as if it’s clawing at the seams of my sanity until it’s all I can think about in between sentences, in between breaths, in between pretending I’m fine.

However, she was frantically clicking on her mouse to cover the webpage with the drawing software. Stacy walked over and placed the documents on her desk. "Should I lower the air conditioning temperature a little?" "It's fine. Just get me a bottle of cold water," Joey said, feeling parched due to the fanfiction's explicit content. It was offensive to read such things in the middle of the day. While Stacy went to get water, Joey hurriedly closed the webpage. She pushed aside the distracting thoughts and focused on her sketches. When she was immersed in her work, her phone wouldn't stop chiming with notifications of WhatsApp messages.

There's a picture of mine that holding my phone and talking to someone, it's when I'm calling Emerald. Is my stalker obsess with me? I don't want to assume but why is he doing this, knowing that he can't get anything from me aside from humiliation. I'm such a trash... He should stop his crazy stalking. I pick up his note for me. "I CAN'T RELAX WHEN I DON'T SEE YOU BABY... I COULD TELL I'M OBSESS." He's leaving a letter that's not a help to find him. It's frustrating me that I don't even know a single thing to him as much as he do to me. I know that he know so much about now.

Fantasizing about fucking every inch of her, stretching her tight little holes, making her take my cock while she moaned my name like a prayer. Oh yeah. This was fucking dangerous. My jaw tightened. Fucking hell. She was an addiction, a drug-like obsession. And I have never been the type to get addicted to anything. Never been the type to care about anything. I didn’t care about her… not really. But I wanted her. And every time I saw her, that craving only fucking grew. There are two things you do with an unhealthy obsession: You either kill it or stay the hell away until it fades.

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

Maximillian picked up the first folder and he started looking at every page to find the woman who bumped him in the ground hall of his company. Maximillian doesn't care about people around him, especially if it's a human. He cares less about its species yet a random woman who works in his company makes him curious about the bizarre scent he smells that comes from the woman. The woman even talked back at him as if she's not aware that the one she was talking about is her boss. "May I know who you are looking for, master Max?" Legis asks Maximillian while his boss and his Alpha are continuously scanning the folder he's holding.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

"The news was covered up. During your brother's wedding, she tried to ruin the wedding dress. She was mentally shaken. So, her parents had no other choice but to put her in a rehabilitation center." Barbara swallowed hard. Isabela's case was similar to Melanie's. "Apparently, excessive obsession is very dangerous. It can make a person lose her mind." Philip rubbed Barbara's back. "I'm glad you've gotten rid of that kind of obsession." Barbara smiled wryly. Her good shoulder lifted. "Yes, but my mother didn't manage to escape that vicious circle." There was nothing Philip could say anymore. He just grabbed Barbara's fingers, sending her strength. Arriving in front of a room, he whispered, "Do

His breathing has changed. Subtle, but I notice. I noticed a lot about this son of a bitch. The way his pupils are slightly dilated. The tension in his shoulders that has nothing to do with anger. I know that look. I’ve seen it before, on other men, in darker places than hospital scrub rooms. “You know what your problem is, Morozov?” I ask, voice dropping lower. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” “Your problem is that you think obsession looks like competition.” I tilt my head, studying him. “But I’ve seen the difference. I know what it looks like when someone can’t stop watching. Can’t stop finding excuses to be in the same room. Can’t stop—”

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