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

Just raw obsession typed in perfect grammar like it came from a CEO who owned both your salary and your soul. I needed therapy. I needed holy water. I needed a priest. "Did that bastard fuck you last night?” His words flashed across the screen like a bullet to my chest. My stomach churned. “Is that why you’re still sick? Because he’s had you all night long?” I wanted to vomit. I knew it was coming, but hearing him say it out loud—well, not out loud, but in text—felt like a slap to the face. My hands were shaking now. Why the hell was he so obsessed with Elvis? Did he honestly think I was so easily swayed? I wasn’t some toy for him to break apart and put back together whenever he felt like it

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

as obsessed as she claimed. If she was as fucked up as I was because no normal girl could stand being my obsession. ​She begged me to touch her. She begged me to fuck her harder than the dream. ​I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But I had to see her surrender first. I made her lick her fingers clean, watching her taste herself while she looked me in the eye. I wanted her to feel so undone that the only person who could put her back together was me. ​"That was a decent audition," I said, forcing my voice to be cold even though my own pants were tight. "But I don't do charity work."

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” “I’m crazy about you. I … can’t live without you.” “You’d been fine for four years,” said Qeiza.”You’ll also definitely live well for the rest of your life.” “Qei, please … give me a chance!” “Sorry, I can’t make it.” “Why? Do you really hate me that much?” “I’ve floated the pieces of my broken heart in the sea of tears,” said Qeiza. “It’ll be useless if you insist to put them together again.”

My hands twitch at my sides and the muscles in my jaw tighten while her face is void of emotion, carefully blank, her eyes leveled at some point across my shoulder. How can she keep her cool when she hasn’t seen me in months? She’s ice. Subzero. Antarctica in a wet dress. She hates you. Dani clears her throat. “They cleared a big table for us, No. Let’s do some shots.” She attempts to tug me away from the group. I don't budge. “You guys wanna join us?” My gaze sweeps over them, lingering on Caroline. “No,” she says coolly. Jess and Connor say they’re in and the chess guys look semi-interested, except for the one who keeps giving Care Hey, wanna play with my knight later glances.

I thought he had a single shred of love in his heart for me but no, I am nothing but a plaything , his obsession. I was staring at my food. I have stopped rebelling because now I know that the reason he was showing me such power, dominance and command to let me know that I am a thing inferior to him. He is crazy for me and it's the reason for him to bear and adore me. He doesn't care if I love him or not, he wants me; that's all.I wonder what made him that cold, that even his wedding is merely a show of his power like he can get whatever he wants. He gets me with the price of sacrificing my emotions and intoxicates it with his obsession.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

My obsession with her soft pink cunt, the way she gets me out of my element, and all longing and yearning for her presence to come to fill the hollow space in my heart that I could feel was aching so back from the brutal cuts that the rusty daggers of her absence drove mercilessly into my heart. That I could hear it vividly in my head, the trickling dripping sound of the blood that wouldn't stop spilling from the hideous cuts, it all had nothing to do with Love. it's just obsession and possession. She's- "Did you get any information, Boss?" Chris broached hesitantly from the front seat. His gaze met mine through the rearview mirror as he spoke. Wrenching me out of my deep, consuming trance w

West said with a sad smile. Back then, her life was surely tough. 🎵🎵And another one bites the dust Oh, why can I not conquer love? And I might've thought that we were one Wanted to fight this war without weapons And I wanted it, and I wanted it bad But there were so many red flags. 🎵🎵 West kept humming as she listened to the song as it filled the car, she rolled down the window and the cold evening air rushed into the car.