Driving My Obsession Novels & Stories

Love is powerful addiction that can make a man lose control of his senses. *** “You aren’t allowed to park here, Sir!” The young policeman pointed at the blue sign with a circle and a red diagonal line. “Shit! All my lifetime, this is the first time I’m doing a foolish thing and making ashamed of myself,” Ansel grumbled. He leaned back his head on his seat of pride while looking up at the ceiling, still unbelieved that he could be so reckless just because of a woman.

Mark's POV My hands tightened on the steering wheel. The plastic creaked ominously under my grip. I started the car and pulled out into the traffic, driving with a jerky, aggressive speed. I needed a distraction. I needed to not be alone with my thoughts. I drove to the office. Work had always been my medicine. It was the one thing that could make the world make sense when nothing else did. The logic of numbers, the clear objectives of a project, it was a system I could control.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.

It was a tangible reminder of that fleeting moment of vulnerability, that brief glimpse into Dante’s past. Her initial observations of him had been purely fear-driven – a monster, a kidnapper, a ruthless overlord. But now, with the journal’s revelations and that unsettling moment of tenderness, she began to see layers. His obsession with her wasn’t just about revenge against Lorenzo, or even about punishing her for Isabella’s perceived sin. It was about something far more profound, something deeply personal. He wasn't just demanding her soul to inflict pain; he was demanding it to fill a void, to reclaim a piece of himself that had been torn away.

Jett growled, slamming his foot flat on the gas. ​He drove like a man possessed, running two consecutive intersections, his pulse roaring in his ears. His mind cycled furiously through every dark nightmare—the trial, the obituary, the unbearable horror of being ten minutes too late once before, and the sacred oath he’d made to never let her slip away again.

On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results. First, it was my obsession with making more money than I could ever spend. I was obsessed with being the best in the game. But lately, all those obsessions seemed like something so laughable, like a child's play compared to the obsession I'm currently growing towards Iris Paige. It's infuriating, irritating, and fucking unbearable. The harsh reality was that I was completely obsessed with her. Addicted wasn't a strong enough word to even start describing what I feel. I could no longer run away from it like I did when I was twenty-three. I've officially hit rock bottom admitting that I'm full-blown obsessed with

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.

I made sure she didn’t see me, but I was desperate for just one peek at her. * * * Then I got angry at how distracted she made me, but I couldn't stop myself. I’ve become obsessed like nothing else before, and I have to have her. I have to be near her. My actions may make me seem crazy, but at this point I’m already all in. What’s a little crazy on top of it?

After staring at it for a while I pulled my hair in frustration. I am losing myself day by day. I couldn't think straight. The more our relationship is getting better, the more I am losing myself in the pool of desires. My urges, My wants, My desires, All of them are increasing day by day. I won't be able to hold myself any longer. I am losing to my needs. I don't know when I'll lose myself but I know that it won't be any longer. My need to crave her. She is arousing me. My Lust is getting stronger. My obsession with her is making me insane. My urge to claim her as mine is intense. I want her.