Books On Obsession Novels & Stories

Emily scolded. After minutes of climbing the team of four finally reached underground. Chambers broke the descent, flashes of painted walls catching their light. First—bright colors: gods crowned in gold, kings lifted in triumph. Then darker—angels turning away, mortals bound in chains, eyes painted so sharply they seemed alive. The beauty bled into menace with every step. "Damn," Caleb exclaimed, staring at the walls. "They even inscribed death spells on the walls" Emily whispered. "Death spells?" Eric muttered, his voice bouncing off the stone. "That's comforting."

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.

A pen lay uncapped beside a notepad. Tiana picked it up slowly, her fingers trembling as she skimmed the pages. Sentences, observations and patterns filled it. Her stomach tightened. This wasn’t coincidence, this wasn’t even a harmless interest. This was obsession. Tiana straightened abruptly, her heart pounding. She glanced around the room, suddenly feeling like she was standing somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. Her mind raced with questions. ‘How long has this been going on?’ ‘Why this woman?’ ‘Does Shantel think this is normal?’

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

Obsession “Good evening, darling. Did you miss me?” Gabriel said as he gazed through the window at the empire he had ruled with an iron fist for many years. The young woman bit her lip hard and glared at his back with hatred. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” she whispered, unwilling to prolong the conversation with him or bring back the painful memories. Gabriel hummed before saying, “Oh, you mean your little temple? Yes. I’m the reason it was destroyed.”

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.

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