Hopelessly Obsessed Novels & Stories

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

“I'm so sorry, I never knew that Pius would take it that far, please.” I walked closer to her, and she looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with tears. “I now know what your problem is, just like your father, you have a thing for obsession. You're obsessed with me, but I'm not. The only person I'm obsessed with is Elena.” “I was there before her, we had a thing before her, how could you do this to me?” I smiled and walked away. She was screaming and calling out my name. I wonder how she'll behave when she finds out that her father has been stripped of his title, and she'll never get to live like that spoiled little princess she has always lived like.

Daniel walked into the room and he couldn't figure out what was going on with him. He couldn't put his finger on it and it frustrated him. He paced the room, feeling restless and agitated. In a fit of anger, he slammed his hand on the expensive glass table and made his way to the mirror. He stared at his reflection, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. "This is not like me. What is happening? I don't understand." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself.

* *You were close enough to want,* *But too far to ever touch…* *And it kills me more than I can tell…* *That I never had you…* 🎶 My voice cracked on the last line. “You need rest,” KC’s voice cut in. “That was horrible. You’ve never sounded so horrible before. It hurts my ears—and I’m not even human.” I let out a dry laugh, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’m done for, KC. What the hell is wrong with me?” “We both know the answer to that. You’re suffering from a condition called love, sir. However, your symptoms are worsening due to fear and anxiety. It has now accelerated to obsession.”

But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly. “Forgive me. I just enjoy learning everything I can about people. A hobby, you could say.” For a moment, I didn’t react. I didn’t speak. Then slowly, a cold smile curved my lips as I leaned back against the seat. “You are right, I am obsessed ,” I said calmly. “I can’t live without her. I can’t bear the thought of her with another man. But the one thing I truly couldn’t bear…” My gaze darkened. “Is her hating me.”

"Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination?" His mouth set in a hard line. "Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination."

Her eyebrows arch as she moans softly in her sleep. “Hmm.” I smile, her soft sound reminding me what we were doing before we heard the gunshots. “That was a waste.” I murmur. I almost got a taste of one of the fantasies I have been silently wanting for years. Mel soft lips wrapped around my dick. I shudder at the thought. “Who knows? Maybe, I would have satisfied this… this obsession, and gotten you out of here, far from this crazy world I brought you into.” Staring at her face, I climb in the space next to her and lie down, wondering if I would actually be able to let her go in the end.

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.