Kelsey Obsession Phrases Novels & Stories

A dark tether of obsession that she couldn’t seem to cut, no matter how hard she tried. “I’m not a possession,” Elena whispered. “You don’t own me.” Killian moved closer, black eyes smoldering into hers. "No, I don't own you," he said, moving another step. "But I'm the only one who gets to see all of you. Even the parts you try to hide.".

“It’s obsession.” The moment the words left my lips, something dark flashed across his face. “Obsession?” he repeated slowly, like the word sounded foreign to him. “Yes, obsession,” I confidently reaffirmed. “Love doesn’t hurt people. Love doesn’t make someone nearly beat another person to death!” I snapped. For a few seconds, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. “And what Kael has for you is love?” he out of nowhere fired back sharply. My body froze instantly. He stepped closer to me, his intense gaze burning into mine.

“I watched you at that summit, Kael. I watched you completely forget I existed the moment she walked into that room. I watched you go after her with a music box you clearly spent real time and effort finding. I only know about it because a mutual friend mentioned it, not because you had the decency to tell me yourself while we were still technically together.” Kael’s expression changed for a moment, and Serena noticed. She pushed forward, unwilling to let him retreat into the same careful, vague answers. "You show up at her events. You offer her resources she doesn't want. You can't stop talking about her, thinking about her, orbiting her entire life like nothing else actually matters to you

"Thank you, Kristine, and for the record, I thought you would be much madder than this" "I am a very obsessive person Raphael and I tend to get very fixated on people I want which was why I came running every time I thought I had a chance with you... But I can't stand it when I get defeated by the same person twice in a row especially when said person is not even putting in an effort... You are the one chasing after her and that just makes me mad, so I am going to count my losses and get paid instead, don't you dare delay sending that money Raphael, or you'll see just how crazy obsessive I can get"

"Why do you talk like that, anyway? I don't like hearing you talk like that!" "Ah! I don't know! I'm dizzy!" Lorena's head felt very dizzy. Her brain couldn't think clearly any longer. Lorena immediately turned off the call from Alberto. After that, Alberto sent a message to Lorena that read, "Lorena, Honey, please listen to my explanation first!"

I didn’t like the tension in the room. She looked up. I watched her lips as she finished chewing the food. “There’s not much to tell.” “I want to know more about you.” “For what? I’m your slave, and I do whatever you want me to do. Isn’t that the most important thing about being a slave? Obedience.” I sighed. “Why are you making this so hard? What did I do to you, Kelsey Arlington? I’m starting to feel like there’s more to this.”

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

“What I have for you... is obsession.” Obsession? Isn’t that love? Her breath stopped and eyes darted between his, searching, hoping he didn’t mean it. That it was some twisted joke. He doesn’t love her? He never did? Then what are they in a relationship for? He was unreadable. And she– She was breaking quietly. “But you’re mine.” Killian added firmly. “My obsession.” He paused, tilting his head ever so slightly. “And I don’t let go of what’s mine. Ever!”

There’s a whole conversation happening in their looks that doesn’t include me. “Kelsey,” Mia says, her voice gentle, like she’s talking to a crazy person. “You’re… you’re starting to sound obsessed. You watch that video a hundred times a day. You talk about her all the time. Even when she’s not here. It’s not healthy. Maybe you should just… stop thinking about her.” “Stop thinking about her?” I repeat, my voice icy. “She’s the problem! Not me!” Chloe stands up and pushes the stall door open. “I’m not doing it, Kelsey. It’s a bad idea. And it’s wrong. I’m out.” She doesn’t look back as she walks out of the bathroom.