Her Obsession. Novels & Stories

That was the thing I kept circling back to, night after night, standing in the dark while she slept. Every other person in my life was something to be managed. Controlled. Used or removed when necessary. She was the only thing I wanted and couldn't fully own—not because she was too far, but because some part of me already knew: the moment she ran, I would follow. Across the city. Across everything I'd spent my life building. I'd burn it down to get her back before I'd let her disappear. That wasn't control. That was obsession, and it lived in me the way my heartbeat did. It was constant and non-negotiable.

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.

I took a photo of er sleeping in my lap. Added it to the file. Then I sat there in her apartment planning the next phase. I looked down at her sleeping face. La mia ossessione. My obsession. My prize. My perfectly constructed trap. And she’d walked into it beautifully.

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.

She gently wrapped her mouth around his tip and tried to suck him but her heartbeat inflated when she felt him grabbing a fist of her hair. Ezrene took her head upward and a shiver ran down her spine, seeing that lethal darkness engulfing in his eyes again and at that moment, she realised…it was not love, it was not lust or desire because…..it was obsession. A treacherously ruthless obsession which had been masked under the cloak of her lover.

, she retorted, baring her heart again, hot tears streak rolled down her face. “But that is the problem. My obsession with you will never end. It’s like an itch under my skin, I need you like I’m addicted. I need you too much that I might ruin you”, he spat. She looked confused. “What do you mean?”, she asked. “I don’t know, or maybe I do but I’m not willing to face it”, he said. “Then you should let me go if you are not”, she said.

TERMS AND CONDITIONS “I…I..” Lilian didn’t know what to do. She looked towards the crowd and spotted her father with pleading eyes , she looked further and there was Nanny Rosa with tears in her eyes and she made her decision . She realized she wasn’t ready to risk her happiness for anyone . Her brother would be fine and the family name never did anything for her so why bother about it but as she looked back at Xavier , through his hardened expression she could see desperation , desperation for the deal. She knew the deal meant more than he was letting on and she decided to help him.

I swallowed, shaky fingers drawing on his chest. “But isn’t that obsession?” “I am obsessed with you Principessa.” He breathed out, looking so relaxed and so handsome. “But what if that obsession runs over? What if you wake up one day and you realize all the flaws that you can’t stand but had not been seeing because you were misled by your obsession?”

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

Her habits will change, will begin to mirror mine as she learns to wait for me, to be ready to receive me whenever I am ready to have her. I want her now, dammit. I don’t understand this pulling I feel to be with her. It is her specifically, not just lust. Or perhaps it is lust for her. I know that no other woman would satisfy this craving, and it is a craving. I think of her constantly. Once I have had her, all these ludicrous longings will melt away like fog before the sun. If she knew the stranglehold she has over me, she could demand so much. That she doesn’t demand at all is partly responsible for my obsession.