Books About Obsession Novels & Stories

and “What breaks first?” Adrian leaned against the desk, watching me flip through it. “You wrote about surrender in your essay on “The Monk”,” he said, reaching for the printed pages of my work. He tapped a paragraph with a red pen. “You said true obsession doesn’t destroy from the outside. It grows inside the ribs, wearing the shape of salvation until the host can no longer tell the difference.” He read it aloud in that velvet voice, and my nipples tightened painfully against my blouse. Hearing my own words in his mouth made me ache.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

“Because I don’t want her anywhere near a man who drugged and attacked me!” “If that’s true, if you’re really that afraid of him, why do you keep asking about him? About where he is, what he’s doing, if Maya’s heard from him.” I watch her face carefully. “That’s not the behavior of someone who’s traumatized. That’s the behavior of someone who’s obsessed.” Sophie’s jaw clenches. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t I? I know obsession when I see it. I know manipulation.” I step closer. “I know what it looks like when someone wants something they can’t have and will destroy everything to get it.”

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

We already searched for answers. She stood up slow, legs still jelly. Turned off the tap. Grabbed a towel, wrapped it loose. Back in the living room she flopped on the couch, dripping everywhere. Laptop was open—screen black. She tapped it awake. Browser already up. Search bar: cervical parasites deep sea symbiote human glowing after orgasm Bonnie stared. “You really did that. While I was blacked out.” We are curious too. She scrolled. Forum threads. Weird biology blogs. People talking about parasites that bond for pleasure. Reward chemicals. Evolution through constant bliss.

That's all their little chit chats in the kitchen revealed to Sheharzaad. Upon reaching the study, she knocked at the door before entering. She found him sitting on his chair reading a book. His books were mainly related to psychology, criminology, about serial killers and how their mind works. They all were non-fictional. Some books were business related. Some were related to human body as well which covered about the vital organs of human body and the weak points of our body. And many more along these genres which, she thought, helped him in his work.

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.