Novel & Cerita Driving My Obsession

To anything that would help me drown out his voice echoing in my head. “You’re pathetic.” That one stuck. It played on loop like a curse. Because I knew he was right. Maybe this obsession I had with him—this reckless, spiraling need to have him—wasn’t desire. Maybe it was a sickness. One that consumed every part of me until I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I tried to remember what happened after the club. There were pieces, scattered like broken glass. Laughter. Loud music. A drink too many. A face—his face?

West said with a smile, hoping to get to her mother's funeral ground soon, she was so exhausted and needed to get some periods of sleep after when she got home. The driver pressed the send button and sent the message to someone. West was oblivious to these things as she was just relaxing, humming the song the driver suddenly turned on out of the blue. Just when she sat up straight to ask for the name of the song the driver was playing in his car, her eyes cycled when she spotted something edgy and black in the dashboard of the car. She sat up well, not wanting to seem as if she detected something, she gazed outside and used her side eyes to look at the object again, it was covered with a whi

My mind was buzzing, a chaotic mix of panic and self-pep talks. Grabbing my bag, I paused as I spotted the keys to my black silk car sitting on the dresser. It was the car Mom had gifted me on my 20th birthday, a sleek and elegant ride that everyone else seemed to adore. But for me, it was just a reminder of something I couldn’t fully enjoy. I knew how to drive, of course. But after the accident during one of my therapy sessions, driving had always filled me with unease. The thought of being behind the wheel stirred up flashes of broken glass and the sound of my own terrified screams.

Oh that girl was driving me crazy. Then I lifted her up and I started rubbing my co** on her pu***. Oh that was so hot and when I jerked in she bit me hardly on my neck. But that was pleasurable. I started getting all in her with my force and we were sweating and I then turned her around and held her from her waist and I was entering all in her again. We both were panting heavily and I finally got my orgasm and she too. I didn't realize what happened then but now I realized that I did a mistake. And I was hoping that nothing else comes out from that.

It had both passion and Obsession in it. The elevator chimed and opened slowly, he raced out of the elevator and through the ground floor hall. He reached the exit and drove in his car without his driver. His body was beaming with joy to see her. In twenty minutes,he reached his mansion. He got out and threw the keys away. Luckily the security guard caught it. He ran like a happy child running towards receiving his Christmas gift. He ran up the stairs and stopped at her doorstep.

I'd take away all her pain, the scars I left behind, and replace them with moments of joy and laughter. These four years were hell for me. They only intensified my feelings towards her. I was obsessed with her. I would day dream about her magically appearing in my office, sometimes in my room. She was everywhere around me. Yet I couldn't hold her. Kiss her like I wanted to. Her divine taste, her scent. Gosh, her scent! I was so obsessed with it. It drove me crazy. Tha might felt so real when I used her. She molded so perfectly with me, felt so good in my arms, underneath me like she was made for me to worship. I almost forgot what my real motive was for her that night, that's how insane she

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

I got up on instinct and started running again. Ezra called out my name and was soon following me. I thought he wouldn't be able to reach me, but before I knew it he was right behind me. The car was getting closer and closer and I had to get to the road before it passed. I couldn't breathe how fast I was running. The driver appeared to be driving distracted because he did not slow down and had every intention of continuing on his way. I hit the road with just a few seconds' head start, but I didn't stop running because Ezra wanted to stab me with the knife. The car was right in front of me and I had to pull to the side at the last moment to avoid it going over me, the next thing I heard was

“I think sometimes people don’t realize how deep they’ve fallen into it. It starts small—checking their social media, driving by their house ‘just to see.’ But over time…” He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of experience. “It can escalate. The person might start following them or showing up unannounced, thinking they’re being romantic or that it’s a sign of how much they care. But that’s the thing about obsession—it warps your perception. What you think is love or concern might actually be… something darker.”