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

The other slipped under her blouse, thumb circling her nipple until she whimpered into his mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with obsession. “You can lie to them about the perfect family. You can lie to yourself about how much you hated every second of my cock inside you.” His hand moved lower, palming her through her skirt, rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit. “But your body knows the truth. You’re already wet again, aren’t you?” Lila bit her lip hard to stifle a moan, hips rocking once against his hand before she caught herself. “Someone could walk in—”

Lily's POV An alarm that shrieked at 6:00 a.m. like it had a personal vendetta against her peace. A five-minute internal argument about quitting life and becoming a houseplant. A cold shower that attacked her like it had been waiting all night to do exactly that. And finally the ritual. A silent, desperate plea to the universe. Please. Not a bad mood today. Not even a good one. Just… neutral. Neutral is fine. Neutral I can work with.

I feel everything when all I want is nothing. I want nothing. I need nothing. Nothing is better than this. Being no one is better than being someone with no one. No one to love, no one to trust. I lost it all I will lose it all. The hated becoming the hater. This was my curse. I’m the reason for the pain the suffering. Maybe I should be the one dead. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore. I wanted it to end.

But I have nothing worthy to say. I hear the sound of the mayhem in my soul. If it’s not beating, why my heart feels like breaking into tiny little pieces?

Caleb I'm so alone, despite being among familiar faces who mean well, I'm desolate and bereft. Not even whole, just the shadow of a broken man whose soul is dying. In the heart of my own personal storm, I see nothing but a vortex of dark monochromatic clouds circling overhead. My mind is a tornado of plagued thoughts, taunting whispers, mocking laughter, ridiculing me for living with a fool’s hope.

He could crutch everyone with just his fingertips,his cold eyes, cold face and pale skin made it all add up. He seems undetectable and can't be defected, he is so out of the world. His black outfits were like his soul but this morning, He was different. He was more like a human who was passing through hard times. "I might fade away someday, but do I really not deserve to be happy?" He asked as his tone lowered even more, and his voice came out like a whisper. "No, I think I don't" he replied to himself after some while, his tone dripping with sarcasm and self-mockery as if he was soliloquizing.

Nothing feels real, I search my mind, desperately clawing for something to hold onto, but there’s only darkness. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"Cutting off your finger one at a time would get you talking" "No, please, don't do this to me" Her soprano voice echoes in the room, one would think I was about to force myself inside of her, even if that could be the case, no one cares about it, but wasn't irresponsible to do that to any helpless woman, it's way below my league