Driving My Obsession Novels & Stories

“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.

"But if I see you with a piece of glass again, I’ll show you exactly why they call me the Butcher." I walked out, locking the door from the outside. I leaned my head against the wood, closing my eyes. My hands were shaking, not from fear but from the sheer, suffocating weight of an obsession I hadn't realized was this deep. I hadn't just bought a Prince. I had bought a wildfire. And I was starting to think I was the one who was going to get burned.

He had a need for speed. "Well, I think he's developed some kind of obsession with Jessica, hence the reason for his plan for an early visit,” Kanyon explained. Cameron sneered and gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. "That undead piece of shit,” he cursed as he stepped on the gas. "Are you sure you're alright to drive? I could take over for a while," Kanyon offered. "Nah. I'm good. I need something to focus all this pent up energy on. So I think I'll continue driving,” he let out a breath.

I thumped my head back against the seat once, hard enough to rattle the frame. “This is a problem,” I said aloud. And for the first time since I met her, I was actually afraid of what that meant. I drove the rest of the way home with my jaw clenched, every mile putting distance between me and the house, but none between me and her. Thoughts of her followed me the whole way. By the time I pulled into my driveway, one truth had settled so deeply into me it felt carved into my soul: I was completely obsessed with Zoella Ivy Monroe.

“No, I’m not into this kind of stuff, but as I said, I was a very bad boy, and she punished me for it.” I said, winking at the other doctor, making him even more confused, and stood up to clean myself and get ready for our next surgery while my friend sat there dumbfounded. After three hours, I was in the car as Sergey drove us home and back to the mansion while I closed my eyes and dozed off a little. But suddenly I felt a hand pushing against my chest harshly and I opened my eyes to find Sergey driving the car and we were speeding up. “What the fuck is happening?”

Reliving the sight of Aria on my desk … the way her pupils dilate when she’s having an orgasm … the feel of her when I drive into that tight, addictive little fanny … the eagerness with which her body reacts to my touch … Shit … now I’m driving with a full-blown road-bone and nowhere to park it. Dammit! Frustrated, I slam the steering wheel. I can’t get the damn chick out of my mind, and it’s seriously beginning to piss me off. The impulse to turn the car around and go fuck her silly is overbearing.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

He pointed a finger at himself. "I am the man of this family. I am the one who built this empire from nothing. I am the one who fought, killed, and conquered to get where I am. And I decided... if anyone is going to have that kind of devotion, that kind of love, that kind of loyalty... it will be ME." "You are sick! You are obsessed! I don't love you! I will never love you! You are the devil himself!"

I stepped on the accelerator, marching down the gas pedal even more as I continued to cut through traffic, splitting lanes and darting in-between trailers like my life meant nothing to me. I have a reason for this, and the reason is to ensure Shemika was safe, she has to be. I dodged an approaching truck and zoomed onto the pedestrian lane with single-minded determination. The moment people saw my car approaching with speed, they screamed and scurried away. I have to get to Mary, my mind kept whispering to me that she's about to do something irreversible. That's the implication of being obsessed with someone. Because Mary could only be this mad considering her obsession towards me.