I'm The Obsession Of My Cold-hearted Ex Novels & Stories

Monica exhaled. “I tried to pull away. I told myself it was too much. That he was too much. But deep down, I liked being his obsession because it made me feel less alone in mine. I liked knowing someone would burn the whole world for me—because I’ve spent most of my life waiting for someone to even notice I was cold.” Her voice broke a little on that last word.

And maybe finally love me for who I am. And as for that guy... that bastard Jamison, I don’t even wanna think about him. But something tells me no, screams at me that something’s just not right with him. The way he looked at her, the way he tried to kiss her cheek... what kind of ex even does that? He’s obsessed. I know it. And I swear, I won’t let him near her again. I walked into my office and of course, there she was. Britney. The girl from the mall. The desperate one with the boyfriend. I wasn’t even surprised. This girl had zero shame. After our one-night stand, she kept crawling back practically begging me for more.

But when love failed her, obsession found her. Not just any obsession...him. The one she shouldn’t want. The one she was raised beside. Her stepbrother. Cold, fierce, and always watching… and now? He’s ready to claim what her ex threw away. This isn’t your typical love story, it's twisted, and intoxicating. If you’ve ever rooted for the woman who rises from heartbreak and takes what she wants, then turn the page, darling. You won’t regret it.

I was losing myself. And because of my loss of identity of obsession, I am going to lose my life. Suddenly, it’s cold. There’s no pain and the world seems neutral for once.

“Don’t mind me for being nosy, but I want to know how it ended, was it from your end or hers? I pushed further, I wanted to know the truth, I just didn't want to be direct. “She was an obsessed ex, she wanted the fame and money I could give her more than anything else.” After he said that he shut his laptop and left the room abruptly. I kissed my teeth, he wasn't willing to go deeper and j didn't want to push him even more. I left his room. I went over to my room to relax a bit. As I scrolled through my phone, I came across a picture of Lydia and Devon, they were on vacation and they were sharing a kiss. The hashtags on Lydia’s post were exacting dominance, ‘My man’ and ‘My husband’ I felt l

“You are mine now, Hannah. No one else can touch you… And if they do, you probably won’t like the consequences.” I slow my thrusts to a gentle rocking as I return my eyes to hers before continuing. “Do you understand that you’re mine, Hannah? Do you understand that no other man can touch you, and that includes that lowlife ex-boyfriend of yours?…” Hannah nods her head, whispering. “I understand.” “Good.”

he whispered, his voice filled with bitterness. “You didn’t love her; you were obsessed with her,” I whispered, knowing that his own desires rather than genuine love for Serena clouded his intentions. “Love frees, but your obsession was so grave that you took her body from the grave to keep her with you. It’s not love; it’s possession.” My words seemed to hit him hard, as he looked up at me with a mix of realization and guilt in his eyes.

I was cold enough. She killed him. She took the drive. She ran. The evidence is there. But still, like a splinter I couldn’t dig out, her voice repeated in my head. Her eyes, wide and wet. Her body, trembling as she read through the clauses. The woman who used to smile like an angel was now a shadow. Why do I still feel anything? I downed the glass in one gulp. It’s not love…not anymore. It’s obsession and revenge. The need to hold the reins. To make her suffer like I did when I woke up alone, when Roman’s face splashed across the news, when the world called her a traitor and I couldn’t defend her.

In fire. In something that challenges her. Breaks her. Remakes her. And I’m going to be the one who does it. Whether she wants me to or not. Because obsession? It doesn’t ask permission. It takes. And I’m done waiting. "Get me her class log in school. I'm done waiting."

The only cold part of me now was my hands, which were still holding the wine glass I hadn't touched yet Satisfied with the kiss, I felt a pang of disappointment when he pulled away. "Nick..." "I hope this will be enough for a few days. I'll be back." He whispered before kissing me again. His hands that were wrapped around my wrist moved to my shoulders. The only cold part of me now was my hands, which were still holding the wine glass I hadn't touched yet. The faint smell of aftershave and mint lingered in the air as he disappeared behind the door.