Fading Obsession Novels & Stories

" She sniffed wiping her face. Her bags were already placed in the corner. She wore her pencil skirt and blouse which was defining her curves perfectly. She quickly did her hair. Her hands were still trembling due to incident. It's her habit, whenever she is nervous her hands trembles. 'It's okay Sarah, you are fine. Relax.' She desperately need a comforting hug right now but no one was there to give her that. Her mind is looking for only one thing and that is 'love'. Sometimes she couldn't understand if those medicines are helping her or making her situation worst... She cries to easily now a days and if once Started then it's difficult to stop crying. She gets overwhelmed too easily. She w

There is something peaceful about watching the life drain out of a person, I realize as Rafeal’s body finally grows stiff. Dante was wrong. I am not soft, I just like peace. Mel was right. I am a psycho.

Wires snaking out from a dirty black box blinking with every second. There was no sound, or screaming. Only the image and time. My hands started shaking. “Dominic?” Diego asked. “What is it?” I couldn’t speak. “Dominic.” Matteo stepped closer, his voice sharp now. “What the hell is it?” They crowded around, trying to see. My fingers couldn’t move. The phone trembled in my grip. Then another ping. A message popped up across the screen. Marry me properly this time. 24 hours. Or you’ll collect their ashes.

By evening, he went to his study leaving me by the window, watching the sun drown into the horizon, red as betrayal. Helen began to resurface in my thought. Her arrogance, her evil smiles. But what frightened me the most, was the flicker of fear that flashed in her eyes before she left. "Fear of what"?. -------- The tires screeched as Helen's car came to a halt outside an old abandoned building, behind it were tall fences and wild hibiscus bushes. Helen! , this is a risky place which we ought not to be in. Her mother spoke in a fidgeting tone.

“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.

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

He needed to prove that his obsession was stronger than their design. "You think you’re a symptom?" he panted against her lips, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, possessive heat. "Then let me be the disease. Let’s be so sick, so twisted, so obsessed that even the Vanes are afraid to look at us." As they stood amidst the ruins of the ledgers, a low, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the floor. At the far end of the vault, a hidden projector hummed to life, casting a grainy, black-and-white film onto the stone wall.

in my ear, imagining his fingers instead of mine, his mouth devouring every sound I tried to swallow. The office, the papers, the risk—all of it faded away until there was nothing but him, everywhere, consuming me. And when I finally climaxed, biting my lip hard to keep me from crying out his name, I knew I was lost. This wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t a harmless attraction. It was an obsession. And it was only getting stronger by the minutes.

The drive downtown was smooth, autopilot humming, Big Daddy Burrito silently scanning traffic cams and rerouting around a fender-bender on La Brea. Layla’s phone buzzed nonstop. Incoming Call – Derek Ex-Husband Declined Incoming Call – Derek Ex-Husband Declined Each time, Big Daddy’s thumb flicked across the screen without looking. “Caller ID flagged as emotional parasite. Auto-decline engaged.” Layla laughed, sipping her coffee. “You’re jealous.” “Negative. Jealousy is a human subroutine. I am merely optimizing your mental bandwidth.” She side-eyed him. “Sure, buddy.” “He’d been built to obey, but somewhere between last night and sunrise, she’d started to rely on him — not as a toy, but as

He wasn’t sure of what he should ask, but for all he knows he shouldn’t be meddling into someone else’s love affair. He shook his head and said, “Never mind…” Then he shoot down a small shot glass of the Fung’s Family secret alcohol down this throat. He blinked his eyes twice. Smiling as he stood up and took two step forward before he collapsed to the ground, knocking down the divider panel. His vision went blank, and he passed out. For all the regular customers that frequent the restaurant, the sight of people falling down and passing out was normal. Only a few people who first visit the restaurant would turn to look, others just minded their own business. Enjoying their meals, laughing and