Hateful Obsession Book Novels & Stories

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

I guess I clear your misunderstanding. I used to feel demotivated but not anymore I will surely write this book and gonna finish this soon. I am really sorry if I scared my sweet readers here. 😘 It's a story of betrayal, obsession and lust. It also contains mature stuff such as abuse, rape. Read this on your own will.

I said. “Yeah well now I’m pissed because why have you not eaten. I’m very sure that twat Ife is responsible for this. I’m sorry baby..” he said and put his hand on my face. I almost flinched away but man, I was trying very hard to be very careful with this man. He was going to snap if I did anything stupid. In his eyes I could see someone who was deranged. His mind was broken at this point. He was troubled. This frantic pursuit of me was not because he loved me but it was much deeper than that. He was obsessed. And obsession could make people do crazy things that they in their right mind would not normally do.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

Working as an advocate for mental health, speaking about her obsession and recovery, helping others with similar struggles. “I destroyed my life over someone who didn’t love me,” she told audiences. “Spent years obsessing over a fantasy relationship. Ended up hospitalized, medicated, nearly destroyed.” She’d written a memoir “Obsession: My Journey from Delusion to Recovery” about her stalking, hospitalization, and eventual healing. It was brutally honest about her mental illness and the harm she’d caused. The book found unexpected audience others who’d struggled with obsessive behaviors, families trying to understand mental illness, people navigating recovery.

Chapter one Aphrodite I watched the clock, willing the minutes to tick by. I just wanted to get out of this office, go home, and collapse onto my bed. The day's work had left me feeling drained, and I was just counting the minutes until I could leave. As I waited, I glanced around my office, not really paying attention to anything in particular. My gaze landed on a painting that had been placed there by the company. It depicted an eagle, gazing sorrowfully at a fish in the water. The fish looked sadly back at the eagle.

Harry tried to be polite, but he was still lacked the quality of being a polite person, and it obvious he was a pretentious act, he's close to being a gentleman "What do you want to do with my cellphone?" "I just want to confirm for myself, and I'll let you go in and enjoy the rest of the party, and we don't have to cross paths again tonight" he still tried to be polite, but his ego didn't want that of him, he's such a mean man, I thought to myself "What's wrong with you all British people" I yelled out, and suddenly felt angry "You Latino bitch isn't doing what we ask?" a guy standing close to Harry yelled at me "Hold her, check through her bag, we can't trust anyone at this point" Harry ca

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

he replied. “And that excuses everything?” I asked. “Yeah, safe. Right,” I scoffed. How could I be safe when Sophia was out there breathing and thinking of the best way to kill me and my kids. He moved, and I blocked his path. He was hiding something, and I knew it. “You owe me answers. A lot of them. Why?” I demanded. “Why is Sophia so obsessed with me?” He looked at me, and his eyes looked downcast for a second before returning to being cold.

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need