Hopelessly Obsessed Novels & Stories

her voice was breaking. I am not in love with her; I am obsessed. I am addicted; she is my version of marijuana and every other dangerous drug out there. I already knew from the moment I saw her that it was the end of me, or maybe the beginning. But all I knew was that this girl sitting on the bed was my whole world, my reason for breathing and living. She is the only thing that makes sense in this fucked-up world of mine, and I’d rather have every part of me cut and roasted than to let her go. She has to love me; she has no other option, because she is never escaping me. Whenever she is involved, nothing else makes sense. It is an unhealthy obsession, but it is also something completely out

I smirked. “You still haven’t figured it out?” “If he is so obsessed, why did he get married to someone else and broke up with me?” “Obsession comes in many ways,his obsession in a bad way,he doesn’t want you to be with anyone but still wants to hurt you and make you see him as the best person for you, in other words that dude is crazy”. She giggled. “Well he is also stupid enough to think I will really choose him over you, I mean you”.

Daren's tone resonated with disappointment. "My father's back is against the wall," I defended. "He's only concerned about our safety; mine and my brother's." "Believe me, Daren, it feels like I've exhausted every option. Each time a glimmer of hope surfaces, it vanishes into thin air," I tried to hold back, but tears welled up in my eyes. Daren's touch grew firmer, offering a comforting anchor.

his lip curled "has poisoned everything." He stood up abruptly and began pacing again, mumbling under his breath. I can’t catch all of it, but I hear fragments, words like "mine," 'perfect," "meant to be," "fix this." My throat tightened. This wasn't love, this was obsession, a dangerous obsession that anyone should have avoided but here I was, drowning in it, hands tied. "Thomas." I try again, softer this time. "Look at me." He stops pacing. Slowly, he turned.

He was so obsessed with me, and was so desperate for me, that he would go to any lengths. He had gone through all this trouble, and had killed his own men, just so he could have his way. He was the definition of obsessed. And, I knew once an obsession had taken hold, there was no stopping it. He was not going to stop until he had me. Until he had my body and soul. The thought alone made my blood turn cold. Was I really back to square one? Back to where it had all started. Was I ever going to get away? Was I ever going to have a life outside of Viktor?

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po