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

Nikolai left, and it was left with Hugo and me. I walked closer to him and flicked his forehead. He hissed at me and massaged the spot. “Why do you look so distracted? Are you watching p**n on your phone or what?” “Why would I watch it when I can create it?” I gave him a tired look. “After that, you call me arrogant.” “The point of watching that shit is to get hard, right? I mean, why would I watch it when I can—” “Enough, I heard you the first time.”

Is a garden setting more to your liking? His voice reached me as a faint whisper. My thoughts drifted to my mother's room where she lay beneath blankets while her frail voice told me she was fine. Jack extended his arm to make contact with my hand. “Sophia? ” My eyelids executed a brief closure sequence. “What? ” His brow furrowed deeply. “Are you okay? Your attention appears fragmented and unfocused. ” I forced a smile. I am just tired. ” Not a lie. My exhaustion stemmed from relentless pretense and maintaining a facade of normalcy. I find myself struggling to breathe beneath the crushing burden of my own powerlessness.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

Obsessive. “I have one condition, Anna. Love me with everything you have. Even with your 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 says bitterly. “Why not wish for me to fuck off then? Problem solved,” I shrug. “I don’t want you to fuck off, I want to get to know you! Fucking hell, I have a crazy woman who is obsessed me with that I can’t fucking get rid of, but my own soulmate doesn’t want a fucking bar of me,” he says, throwing his arms up in frustration. What crazy woman is obsessed with him? Never mind, none of my business.

Nothing. Seconds. Minutes. Hours- spent tossing and turning. My mind remained obsessing over Isabella Montano, the girl who's world was nothing but toxic.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."