Novel & Cerita Driving My Obsession

The exams were a countdown to my next breakdown, and I just kept pushing all the messy, painful reality of Austin and Kim away until the final paper was done. Then, just like that, it was over. I handed in my final essay a surprisingly detailed analysis of the economic drivers behind the War of 1812—and walked out into the warm afternoon air feeling hollow. The adrenaline rush was gone. The focus was gone. All that was left was the sickening dread of what I had been avoiding. Austin. And Kim. I walked back to the house slowly, the silence of the street amplifying my anxiety. The plan I’d set in motion felt distant and cold, like something a different, more ruthless girl had done. But the sig

And now, even as I was headed to the De Luca hunting grounds, I still couldn’t stop thinking about her. Goddamnit. What have I got myself into? An addiction wasn’t something I needed now. An obsession wasn’t something I could afford, either. But the two seemed to be happening, and I couldn’t seem to fucking stop it. The car rolled into the driveway, and as the engine died down, I heaved a deep sigh and got out of the car, Jaxon equally exiting from the front passenger seat. “Is she here already?” I demanded, loosening my tie and adjusting it a bit.

I promised myself. I squeezed the piece of mirror even harder, ensuring it dug into my palm. Being drunk hadn't been enough to help control my emotions, however, hurting myself was the solution. Yes, I was ready for this. They had to know this one thing; Celina had just gotten started. Indeed, I was a lunatic; I was living in my obsession; injected with my obsession, as well, ready to die in my obsession. Again, I'd say, Celina just got started. ***

Roman—as I call him, would care about nothing if it came to the fame of the Roman Family. I would also have a normal life with a normal boyfriend if it wasn’t for his over-possessive nature. It was unfair, and it was completely wrong. I didn’t even know what my life was and what it was going to be when he stepped into it. Everything he did with me, to me, and for me, was completely wrong. Still, he felt to be the only right thing in my life. Was it love? Or just some kind of plain, creepy obsession? _______________ ______________________

Frida I drive like a mad woman to my parent's house, racing through my neighborhood with my heart pounding in my chest. The neighbors glare daggers at me for driving like an idiot when I jump out of the car, but I don't care. I left Stan in the goddamn basement without his insulin, and now I'm terrified I might have accidentally killed him. Shit. He better not be dead; he cannot be dead!

After driving Bree home,I take a turn, going to a place I don't want to go to but still do. It's becoming a habit, at first my excuse was finding out who the fucker stalking her really was, because he must be watching her every time if he's that obsessed with her. But then it turned into my obsession too, I admit I was obsessed with her but now that obsession has also spread to a watching her type of obsession. She stands in front of the mirror,I can see the side of her face,she's so beautiful even with messy hair and baggy pajamas. After I'm satisfied with her not being watched,I drive away.

Raees’s name glowed on his phone screen as he picked it up when it lit uo. She'd dropped him a missed call. He clenched the steering wheel until his knuckles turned pale white. “I’m doing this for you,” he muttered under his breath, voice breaking the silence like glass. “So that when it’s over, you’ll never have to look at me and see what I’ve become. So I can finally ride myself of this obsession...” He drove off, the tires hissing against wet asphalt, leaving the envelope behind on the hood of Cooper’s car.

"I guess breaking rules is my new pastime." "And also," he continues, rolling my jeans up above my mid-thighs and spitting in his hand. "If you start driving, you get less interest looking into the windows because remaining in the traffic flow is much less exciting than a blacked-out, high-end SUV, parked alongside the highway." He does make sense.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.