Fading Obsession Novels & Stories

But not for long. My men would continue to watch her. Not touch. Not interfere. I wanted her raw, stripped of the world she built around herself. And tonight, it had already begun. The wine. The frustration. The way she kicked off her shoes like she hated everything that had happened the moment she left me. That’s what obsession looks like at the start—small cracks. And cracks spread. I poured myself another drink and returned to the board. Checkmate was inevitable. It always was.

Because instead of forgetting, instead of letting it fade into something insignificant, I become obsessed. With it…. With the why? With the how? With The Who? I become obsessed with the curiosity of unraveling it all and the more I try to rationalize it, the more It sits at the back of my mind like an itch I can’t scratch, it’s quiet at first when I try to suppress it but then it’s loud, it becomes louder and louder as if it’s clawing at the seams of my sanity until it’s all I can think about in between sentences, in between breaths, in between pretending I’m fine.

My though fading away, at last it was no lie and I couldn't deny that just like addictive being, I was completely obsessed. My eyes glued at her barely clothed body, yet again I could feel as hot tears shooted right up in my eyes, but not because I was hurting deeply, but because of the inability more like disease to ever let her go and forget her even if it meant I could cut all my body into million pieces. My eyes pierced to her fragile body, all I could do was to clenched my fist hard together, nothing else. "It's funny how you always make me go insane everytime, but tell me is this some kind of your newly formed habit to gain my attention?"

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

Will I continue to pine for her pussy? I plan to see Jade tonight and try to have a good time. I desperately need to let Tonya go, but the thought of another man touching her drives me insane. All I wanted to do last night was fuck her until I knew she would be too sore to even think about another cock. What the hell is wrong with me? I am not going to think about her or text her for at least a week. After that, I will see how I feel about her. Is this love or obsession or lust or something else? I do not know how I feel.

His left arm was drooping weakly in between his thighs. Ansel’s face had no spirit. His eyes looked sadly at nowhere. His mouth opened a little. His cheeks looked thin. His obsession to have Qeiza made him look like a mad man. Just look at his appearance! He let some of his shirt buttons open in the midst of the cold weather. “Experiencing a broken heart is really like you’re dead,” said the man. He looked like he was talking to himself. He didn’t look at Ansel but far ahead, at the night sky that was getting darker.

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

He asked. "Because there are likely to be hot bítches there, I'm tired of f**king the same girls" Jace muttered. "Okay" The driver drove out of the company immediately. **** ALL SOULS BAR*** Hailey sat down on a chair tiredly, her body feels numb at that moment. She watched as everyone drank and danced happily and she bit her lips. She wonders when her life would be happy like theirs. "Focus, stop thinking this way. You're much better than them, remember?" She slapped her cheeks, trying to cheer herself up.

“Some truths… some flames… are too big for one person to handle. And yet… you’re still here. Still choosing to follow.” “Yes,” I whispered, trembling, breath shallow. “I… I can’t stop. Even if it destroys me.” “Good,” he murmured. “Because some edges… some obsessions… are meant to be crossed. And once you cross them… there’s no turning back.” He moved closer, brushing his lips against mine—slow, deliberate, consuming. Every nerve ignited, every heartbeat lost to fire and obsession. My hands found his coat, holding on, trembling, surrendering completely.

"You are definitely hiding something." "Am not." "You look like you're about to faint." "I twisted my ankle yesterday." "That explains the limp," she says thoughtfully. "Not the existential crisis." Fair. At the front, Dr Hale moves to the next slide. "Now," he says, "let's discuss material failure." Oh, the irony. For the next thirty minutes I focus desperately on taking notes. Anything to stop thinking about that night. The rain. The alley. The way he looked at me right before—