Driving My Obsession Novels & Stories

As she drove, she gripped the steering wheel tightly her knuckles turning white. She drove reeklessly, ignoring all the red lights and curses from other drivers. Her foot pressed down forcefully on the accelerator. When she got to her expensive, well hidden villa in the shrubs, her anger exploded. She grabbed a fruit knife and stabbed a feather doll lying on her cushion to pieces.

Dravin's POV Perfection, as they say, never lasts. It is, in fact, the most fragile concept that ever existed. The source of my joy soon became a scourge and a medium of anxiety to me. That anxiety grew into dependence and, finally, obsession. A crippling obsession over Irikah that quickly morphed into something a lot more sinister. Possession. As the finals of the tournament approached, the antics of the Pack members grew bolder. Their attempts to provoke me were less veiled, and my impatience and animosity grew with each passing day.

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

Chapter 17 LOVE OR OBSESSION? RYAN, I wanted to stop. I wanted to do the right thing—to turn away, to focus, to face Emily. But I couldn’t. The obsession had already taken root, wrapping itself around my thoughts like ivy, suffocating every rational decision I tried to make. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was something darker, something that pulled me toward Elena in ways I couldn’t explain. Something that was becoming impossible to ignore.

A short pause occurred before the command emerged to silence the driver. An involuntary pause seized my breathing. Silence the driver? An unnatural shiver crawled along my spine while my hands clenched the blanket tighter and my heartbeat thundered through my ears. The situation dictates that my auditory attention should not be focused on these sounds. My internal warnings flashed against taking action. But I did. The desire to move nearer and catch additional words while insisting on an explanation of his meaning drove me. An intrinsic segment of my consciousness had previously acquired this understanding. Alexander transcended the role of mere mess cleaner. The individual known as he execu

I need a break. Not only that, but I leave home and drive to the club, strange driving after so long, because it’s good years that I have a driver and never go out alone. But it’s like riding a bike, you can’t forget. When I get to the club, I immediately regret coming. It’s not my environment to relax. Not my environment at all. Point.

Jasmine meant everything to him, and he would do anything to protect her. "You're obsessed with her." That sentence always echoed in Seth's ears whenever he recalled his conversation with Danzell. Even his own father had expressed the same thing. However, Seth didn't care. To Seth, whether it was obsession, love, or any other madness, one thing was clear: Jasmine must always be in his grip. Jasmine was the center of his universe, and Seth would never let anything or anyone disturb that balance.

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

Hell, what had possessed me to make a quick call at the club to tell them that she quitted? 'Because she belongs to you, and you are too god damn selfish to allow her to spend any of her time with any thing else, let alone anyone ' the voice in my head screamed out. I quickly shut it out, not liking the direction it was headed. I was losing it. This fixation and addiction made me think of Hayden, I've never understood how he could be so obsessed about having someone. But here I was, only he had never failed to openly admit his.

So why do I want to run away? When I met him, I understood. I know it's an awful cliché, but my brain saw clearly. The freshness of this feeling intoxicated me, and I let myself be trapped. Again. Like yesterday. I blame myself like a woman on a diet who sneaked a bite of two croissants on the spot. They gave me extreme satisfaction at the time. I would even ask for a third if my pockets weren't suffering so much, but I have to be sensible myself.