I Am Nothing In My Soul If Not Obsessive Novels & Stories

I am nothing anymore. The fall is complete. And at the bottom of this abyss, something is born. A spark. Tiny, drowned in the ocean of shame. A cold anger, waiting only for its hour.

“I’ll die before I beg.” “Maybe you will,” I admit. “Maybe you'll fight until you’re carved into pieces. Maybe you’ll burn and smoke and be gone.” I step in close and let the cold in my voice do the work that hands sometimes do. “Or you’ll learn how much better it is to be useful.” She presses her palm over her chest like she can hold herself together. “You’re insane.” Maybe I am. Obsession sharpens a man until everything else is a dull idea. “I’m focused,” I say. “Focused gives me advantage.”

he'd say. "I don't care," I'd reply. "I could lose everything." "Then lose it." I came hard, biting my lip to keep from making noise, my roommate in the next room completely oblivious to the fact that I was fucking myself to thoughts of my therapist. When I came down, I felt... nothing. No guilt. No shame. Just satisfaction. And the certainty that this was only the beginning. --- Later that night, I did what any self-respecting obsessive would do: I googled him.

I dоn’t need іѕ tо ѕреnd аnоthеr mоmеnt оf energy оn ѕоmеоnе whо won’t treat me wеll, but I саn’t hеlр mуѕеlf. Agаіn, I wоndеr аbоut оbѕеѕѕіоn, and whу thе tеntасlеѕ rеасh іntо every аѕресt of my lіfе.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

Stay tuned for MADDEST OBSESSIONS. Love. NaYa.

Never have been. Just the product of two meth heads from a nowhere place in pennsylvania. He toys with a pen. “Let’s not dwell on that. Put the media behind you, get out of here, and get back on that treadmill. I need you in tiptop shape, you feel me?” “Yes, sir. I’m ready for it.” I stand, my legs heavy and tired as I face him. I don’t want him to see that he’s spooked me. I’ve got to bulldoze my way into the NFL; I just have to figure out how.

They spelled Vanessa Grant. In that instant, I felt like the biggest fool alive. All my stubborn love, all my desperate persistence—it had been nothing but my own delusion. I dropped to the ground, bawling like a child whose candy had been snatched away. A crack split through Adrian's expression, panic flashing across his face. Instinctively, he took a step toward me. Then his eyes landed on something on the floor, and he stopped cold. It was the "ring" I'd planned to propose with.

What if my life becomes worse? Her soul shook with fear until exhaustion finally dragged her into a restless sleep. ★★★★ NEXT DAY — 8 AM ★★★★ Jenny stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the simple white dress she had chosen. Today, she would marry Richard Logard—a man she had never met, a man the world called ruthless, cold, and terrifying. Her reflection stared back with wide, frightened eyes. Was she ready to be someone’s wife? A stranger’s wife? A devil’s wife?