Her Obsession. Novels & Stories

"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....

, 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.

I said to them. “So you mean, you are going to give up on her?” Mason asked me. “No… I never give up” I said and took a pause before adding, “The problem is… That I am obsessed with her… And when I am obsessed with something…” “You get that thing no matter what” Dylan completed for me.

The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the curve of her smile, and the sparkle in her eyes—every detail etched itself into his heart, fueling his desire to possess her completely. He became obsessed with the sound of her laughter, the way it echoed through the depths of his soul and brought light to his darkest days. Her voice, like a siren's call, beckoned him closer, drawing him into a realm where nothing else mattered but their connection. Sebastian's obsession manifested in every action, every decision he made. He found himself constantly seeking ways to please her, to make her smile, and to feel her body pressed against his. The thought of being apart from her was unbearable, and

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

She informed him and immediately ran away. She walked quickly out of his sight, he admired her and her fright for him only made him more interested in her, he was the type of man who loved to dominate and subdue his woman and just like he had hoped he had found his type of girl but there was one thing he thought was missing. Dasha could barely think straight after her encounter with the hot stranger, she had submitted her project and went for class. Even in class her mind traced back to his smile and his voice.

"Sir, it's 8:01." "I said what I said." I closed my eyes for exactly half a second. Right. Okay. We're doing this. I walked to the side table, set down his coffee no sugar, extra strong, because that's how he took it and I had long since stopped questioning his life choices and placed it precisely where he'd reach for it without looking. He always reached for it without looking. Only then did he glance up. His hand wrapped around the mug and something in the set of his jaw shifted barely, almost imperceptibly the way it always did after the first sip.

In fire. In something that challenges her. Breaks her. Remakes her. And I’m going to be the one who does it. Whether she wants me to or not. Because obsession? It doesn’t ask permission. It takes. And I’m done waiting. "Get me her class log in school. I'm done waiting."

I wanted to have her again and again till she wouldn’t be able to feel anything but me inside of her, but something in me couldn’t do it, not even after the little runaway stunt she pulled earlier and it was almost impossible to think that the girl I had my eyes on for years was finally here, and I couldn’t fuck her till my obsession was over. It was a wonder how a girl like her could get my attention, how a girl like her could give me sleepless nights. It wasn’t love, of course not; I am not capable of that; it was a twisted, dark obsession. I thought being with her once would end it, but it didn’t. Something in me was twisted, and it wanted her. I was not her little savior, maybe quite the

Rune’s POV That night, I couldn’t resist. I had to watch her again. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore; it had become something far deeper than that. An obsession. Obsession that is more than just physically having her in my bed. I NEED to watch her. It didn’t matter how much I fought it or tried to pretend otherwise. Every time I turned away, every time I thought I could take a break from her, the pull only grew stronger. As I brought up the feed and watched her through the small screen, a strange sensation twisted in my chest. It was as if I were missing something, something essential that I couldn't quite define.