Fading Obsession Novels & Stories

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

It was about remembering something that had once made sense. After a while, I sat on a bench and stared at the reflection of the building in the café window across the road. I thought about how easily one small shift—one choice can tip everything off balance. How obsession starts as care, then morphs into something that feeds on the silence it creates. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. Only exhaustion did. A quiet, deep fatigue that felt almost merciful. When the first streetlights flickered on, I finally stood and turned toward home. My mind was still looping through the day, but beneath the static was a thin thread of awareness: this was the bottom. There was no lower place lef

Conan's face remained a bit calm but still troubled as he gazed at the back of Lincoln who faded and blended with the darkness soon. He knew and he was aware that his action won't pass the sight of Lincoln. He was a bit thankful to his stars that Lincoln just let this slide....Or probably not? He heaved a sigh of relief as his eyes moved straight to the couch Lincoln was sitting on previously, another sigh left his mouth. "Our ends are near" He whispered as his gaze moved to the window "We will all fade away into thin air like weightless cotton" "......Wallowing..." he concluded as his gaze fell on the red liquid in the cup again and smiled sweetly for a while before his smile dropped "Usele

Or focus my gaze on your bright eyes and forget about the world. My idea to try to forget all this and leave it in the past was to sink even deeper into work. This will cause me a future problem, I'm feeling it, but I can't escape it. It has become a vicious cycle. I think about her, I work more. I see her, I work more. Furthermore, I smell you, I work harder. There is no human being in the world who can handle huge doses of stress in a row and doesn't freak out.

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

I had noticed this the night I went to her house, she was driving me crazy that I couldn’t get enough of her and I had even ended up telling her that she was the best woman I have ever had. Even though I told myself she wasn’t that kind of woman that would use my obsession over her body to get at me, I was still afraid that she would which was why I promised myself that morning when I was leaving that I won’t give her the opportunity to even use it at me. I had started ignoring her from that day, waiting for the day that she would come threatening to expose everything if I don’t give her some amount of cash. I was ready to give her any amount she mentioned and fire her but still get my money

“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.”

THE DISCOVERY Time flew so fast,but to Ruth it was stagnant.She was under house arrest for two months,she didn't have a glimpse of what the outside world looks like,the party she found absurd was having to see what's going on in the internet because of her cell phone Rita took against her will. Her physical appearance began to increase rapidly, Rita noticed all of this and unfortunate thoughts began to course through her,she wouldn't even imagine what she was thinking to come to reality,so she died off the matters and moved on.

His breathing has changed. Subtle, but I notice. I noticed a lot about this son of a bitch. The way his pupils are slightly dilated. The tension in his shoulders that has nothing to do with anger. I know that look. I’ve seen it before, on other men, in darker places than hospital scrub rooms. “You know what your problem is, Morozov?” I ask, voice dropping lower. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” “Your problem is that you think obsession looks like competition.” I tilt my head, studying him. “But I’ve seen the difference. I know what it looks like when someone can’t stop watching. Can’t stop finding excuses to be in the same room. Can’t stop—”

“Everything that’ll ruin me.” I smile against his mouth. “Then let’s get ruined together.” His control shatters. His mouth slams back to mine, raw and unfiltered, and I melt into him, knowing this isn’t just about lust anymore. This is obsession. Need. A slow descent into madness with no one left to save us. And God help me, I never wanted saving in the first place. To Be Continued...