How To Overcome Obsession Novels & Stories

He’ll asked, “Are you hungry yet?” She’ll shook her head and shyly try to focus on working. But this time, he’ll lean in closer and asked her, “You sure you don’t need a break?” He’ll be close, so close that it’s like he’s whispering into her ear. He knew he shouldn’t have dirty thoughts about it. But sometimes when a young man in heat. They can’t help it, and can’t stop thinking about these dirty thoughts. He’ll smile like a helpless fool. And then he’ll shook his head and tell himself, “God, when did I become someone so perverted!”

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

It's pretty crazy when I think about it. I should be happy, tell myself that in the end, all is well that our eight years together can go as far as to apply for a medal, but my heart and my head are busy—femininely busy. Paul is still sleeping, and as usual, my mind is active. I go to the window with a cigarette. I feel like it helps me think. But why should I think about it? Reflection is like facing yourself in the mirror. It is only you and yourself. Nobody else is in the room—a kind of psychoanalysis in front of our mirror. Today, I feel the weight of my bags under the eyes and do not want to see myself. I can sense them, and that's enough for me. Can you have an orgasm without loving th

I hollered, stood up to approach her but she immediately moved backwards really fast, still having her face to me. I attempted to move closer but she brought her hand forward, "stop!" She yelled, panting like I was the demon of a horror movie trying to catch its prey. "Please tell me what's wrong so we can sort it out." I inquired, fully trying my best to stay calm. "Is it because of some goddamn fucking obsession that you decided to paralyse my parents by spraying that gas? Just so you could get your stupid desire." She hollered, tears rolling down her face.

Looking at myself In front of the mirror, I inhale sharply. “Act like nothing happened.” I say to myself. That's what I'll do. Nothing happened. “Whenever you come across him, stay away. Avoid body contact and don't look him in the eye. With time the urge will die.” I utter, mentally noting all the words I said to myself. I literally thought that having sex with him once will get me tired of him, but it actually got me wanting more from him. And that's a very bad thing to happen, I can't crave him.

The chill slid up my spine, while his calm presence clashed with my storm. "Did my words annoy you?" he asked in a low, rough voice, tight like a pulled string. I rolled my eyes sharply and turned my face away. I ignored him. His hand reached for my chin, turning my face back to him with terrifying calm. "Do not roll your pretty eyes at me like that, Amara." he whispered, his hot breath brushing my skin. "Mr. Dorian, why are you so obsessed with putting me on counters? I have two perfectly good feet. I can stand."

Was I really still this affected by him? I forced my gaze away from the screen and looked out the window. “You’re right, I need to stop. I need to focus on my own life.” Jessica put the phone down and nudged me playfully. “Just admit it. You’re still drawn to him. And that’s okay. You don’t have to fight it forever.” I shook my head, trying to ignore the heat in my cheeks. “No, Jess. I can’t.” Jessica raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “We’ll see about that.”

I felt really embarrassed, avoiding their gazes. Now I had to walk about another mile to catch the bus. Due to whatever was wrong with me, I'd left my car at home this morning. Including my car keys. As I walked briskly to the bus stop, I wondered if I should see a therapist. The memory gaps and anxiety and frustration were getting too much. And it all revolved around Lilith. When did I get so obsessed? If there was one thing I was certain of, obsession was not healthy. I should cut off the tentacles before they plant themselves deep inside me.