Her Obsession. Mga Nobela at Kwento

Let him run. Because every time he comes back a little faster. A little hungrier. A little more mine. He thinks he's fighting me. He's not. He's fighting the part of himself that already decided. And when he finally stops fighting...when he looks at me and there's no lie left in his eyes....I won't gloat. I will just hold him tighter. Because that's what obsession is, not fireworks, not chains. Just the quiet knowledge that he belongs here, with me, in the dark.

He convinced and forced himself to move on or he tried to. His marriage had become a slow suffocation, it was a union of pity and expectations rather than love. The hospital visits, failed IVFs— it all made him dislike her. Not because of her inability to give him children, but because he pushed him to despise Audrey and she can never fit into Audrey's position. Now, sitting there and watching her, he realized the brutal truth. Helen was his past and should be treated as one. Audrey... was the one his heart beats for. She was the one he still longed for.

"But she was also... obsessive. When she set her eyes on something, or someone, she wouldn't stop until she got it. She became obsessed with Lucas in an unhealthy way. Adrian leaned forward, every word weighing on him. He frowned, "Obsessed?"

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

“He wasn't even afraid of going to jail, he was always around when no one could see him.” I frowned. “I don't understand. So what did you do to make him leave you alone?” Lourdes was silent for a moment and looked at me with pity. “Because he met you.” Her words fell on me like a bucket of cold water. If I was not sitting I would have fallen because I had a severe dizziness. No, it couldn't be true. "You are his new obsession," she added quietly. "No… it can't be." I tried to convince myself that it was a vile lie.

“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.”

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

She excites me in a different kind of way. I don't love her. No. I'm obsessed. And it's not a poetic, gentle kind of obsession. It's a gnawing hunger that claws at my insides, a relentless need that never abates. I want to claim her, to possess her in every conceivable way, to mark her as mine and never let her go.

she whispered, voice low, reverent. “And you love it,” he murmured, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. “Because it’s us. Only us. And no one, no scandal, no rival, will ever touch that.” She shivered, exhausted and sated, surrender complete. In that moment, she understood: obsession wasn’t a cage. It was a kingdom—and she and Dominic were its rulers.