How To Overcome Obsession Novels & Stories

“They assume I belong beside you.” Halrem’s jaw tightened faintly, because once again, the truly dangerous thing was not obsession. Obsession could be resisted, argued against, dismissed as recklessness or scandal. Normalization was something else entirely. It arrived quietly, settled into habits, reshaped routines until resistance no longer announced itself and absence began feeling stranger than presence.

" Was the reply. We both did just that and our relationship was healed. But I didn't ask to stay at the house when I was in town, though I did stop by for dinner with both of them. When I sat at their table, I pictured my daughter, naked, fucking, groaning, cumming. I couldn't deny it and it got worse. I kept replaying it in my mind and could not get it out. I was masturbating twice a day now. I'd found a p**n vid that looked like her. In was ashamed but I couldn't stop. I started seeing a counselor. I had to. My obsession was affecting my work and I had no social life.

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.

“He can't be obsessed with me. I can tolerate his hatred but not his obsession. His hatred is not letting me live peacefully but his obsession will not let me die peacefully. Please God, have some mercy on me, please don't let any other feeling develop in him for me except hatred." I somehow tolerated his hatred but my already broken self would not be able to stand before his obsession. Obsession was like a slow poison that will make you die but only after going through hell. ********* Author’s POV Two days had passed since that day but still Raniya ‘a words were wandering in her mind that he was obsessed with her which she didn’t not want to accept. She went to college the next day but when

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.

I kept going through the waves, moaning his name over and over until I was a shaky mess. Afterward, I lay there panting, staring at the ceiling. “This is getting out of hand,” I said to myself with a weak laugh. “I can’t even watch him jog without masturbating like a p**n star.” But honestly? I didn’t want it to stop. The obsession felt too good. The next morning, I made sure to “bump into” him in the hallway. I’d timed it perfectly after hearing his door open. I stepped out in my tightest yoga pants and a cropped tank that showed just a hint of underboob.

I do my best to keep active, to contribute with wisdom so that I would at least become a prominent person here and so that my dad would approve. I do my best not to zone out and think about something else—a particular lady, the one that consumes my every thought nowadays. I simply try to act normal, but it's almost impossible with how I find myself thinking at intervals. This girl has got me affected one way or another, I think to myself bitterly. I'm obsessed now and there's no going back, I think again, shaking my head as I wonder at how unable I am to really be focused for so long without a message from her when I'm not exactly talking to her.

“Niet darling, you can't do that. You can’t avoid looking in the mirrors. Because when you do, the visions become uncontrollable. That’s why they are so strong and make you so cold. You have to expose yourself to the vision. Let it take you. It will be hard the first few times, but eventually, you will be able to control it. It’s like not eating for a long time, then eating something and becoming very sick. You understand?” Amara nods her head. “Yeah. But how do I keep it from overtaking me?” Kira replies, “I suggest you take over the vision. Think of it as a dream where you can change something. Instead of letting the nightmare overtake you, imagine fighting back. Try to concentrate on what

“Why are you relieved? Aren’t you the one trying to kill your brothers all the time?” “That’s the thing, Nes! I want to kill him. He can’t die before I assassinate him. In fact, none of my brothers can die before I kill them or it would ruin everything. I have OCD, you know? Obsessive-Compulsive Desire to be the one who takes them down — no one can outdo me, not even death.” “Hmm. Makes sense,” Nesryn said with a shrug.

" I cut her off. "No Chris, you can't do anything. Just like I can't do anything. I'm going to have to stop seeing him. I'm going to have to ignore him until he gets it. I have to do that for him." I started to cry even harder. Chris came over and hugged me.