Crazy Obsession Novels & Stories

I couldn’t see anything. All I saw was blue, there was nothing, not even Death, it was like I was floating in the sky. I inhaled and exhaled trying to calm myself down but it made things worse. I could feel my nerves, I couldn’t let that monster get away, I am surely gonna get him, he was going to pay one way or the other. With that thought it was like gasoline was poured into the flames around me as they burnt like wild flames. “I am gonna get rid of you !!.” I screamed though I couldn’t see anyone that didn’t stop me from feeling the rage. Was I going crazy??.

Solana “Are you even hearing yourself out, Abel? I must obey you without question, because why? To massage your fragile ego? To make you feel superior? To fuel your arrogance and make you feel big? You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to do that.” “Well, you have no choice, sunflower. You either heed my words and do things my way, or face the consequences. And I promise you, this time, it'll be triple times worse than what we did back in your bedroom earlier.”

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.

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

Cillian asked and Emily's body seems to froze and she looked like she realized something horrible making Cillian to chuckle. He has seen alot of female's that was degraded to mental instability because their obsession has turned to something else and they are ready to kill anyone just to get together with the person they are obsessed with, he has being a victim of this situation for uncountable times, alot of girls who developed their obsession to a 'mental thinking' that he was meant to be their, that he was a gift from God to them so they should 'possess their possesion' he chuckled again at that.

He yelled and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. I like that pain. "Everything I do is for you because I love you. Why don't you understand that I can't let you leave because I'm addicted to you. You're opium and not seeing you when I want to can drive me crazy," I watched him express himself while I marveled at the kind of orientation he had. I concluded that he was not normal and needed to be properly checked. He was obsessed with me. This man was crazy.

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

What if? I groan internally. This is exactly why I don’t like going out—because my brain just refuses to let things be simple. No, it has to make everything seem like a conspiracy. After a while, I get lost in the pages of my book, trying to drown out the worries gnawing at me, but then, of course, something shifts. The world around me feels... off. It’s too still. Too normal. Yesterday, it felt like I was living in some high-stakes thriller. Everyone in that room—everyone—was glaring at each other, like the slightest wrong move would set off an explosion. Maybe a purge. Who knows? Definitely not the kind of vibe I want to relive.

I asked the second I heard her breathing. Her voice was high and panicked. “Someone broke into my apartment Liana. I just got home and the place is trashed. But they did not take anything valuable. They left a message on my bedroom mirror. Written in red lipstick. It says the exact same thing. The Obsession Never Dies. I am scared. What is happening? I thought it was over.” John stepped closer to the phone. “Sweetheart lock yourself in the bathroom right now. Do not touch anything. I am sending security to you immediately. Stay on the line with us until they get there.”