Hate Obsession Novels & Stories

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

logans family. “Coming soon”. Ruth replied and slammed the door shut,it was time for lunch and she couldn't disrespect her father,she inhaled deeply before changing to something more presentable,She made her way down the stairs,each step filled with exhaustation and sadness. Everyone's gaze was fixed on her the moment she came into view, Rita's gaze was filled with hatred and venom,she literally wished she could strangle her to death!,but she ignored them all and pulled out a chair and sat opposite Rita.

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“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

*"About us… if we fall in love, fine. We go with the flow." *"And if we don't?"* I pressed. *"Then what? What if you catch feelings for someone else after marrying me? You'll just — divorce me like we're in a video game?"* Ethan gave me a deadpan stare. *"You, out of all people, should know I don't have time or interest to fall in love with random women."* Annoyingly enough… that was true. I had seen him reject women who looked like they'd stepped off magazine covers. He didn't even blink at them.

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

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

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.

Damn him. "I never hated you. Why won't you accept that?" he said, voice low. "Fine, I was a menace to you but because you could break me with a word or merely by giving your attention to another and yet…you never knew it. This isn't hatred sweetheart.” "Then what the hell is it? Obsession? Possession? Control?" "Yes," he replied without shame. "All of the above." "You’re disgusting," I whispered. "And yet, here you are. Still in my house. Still looking at me like you want to hate me more than you want to breathe."

,I put him against the wall. “He would never hit you and you know it. He may be crazy, but he's even more obsessed with you”, I can't deny that he's right about the one thing that makes Anthony and me alike: the obsession with who we want, and the willingness to run roughshod over anything and everything that stands in the way of our dark happily ever after. And I have no problem admitting it: