M Y Obsession Novels & Stories

“OH, the Arabic bitch is here, what? Are you interested in this little chocolate morsel in here now? I thought you don’t swing that way besides you have that trans bitch who you always jump on her dick each night, so why now the sudden interest, Muslim bitch?!” Big A said in a snarl and I took a couple of steps back when I saw her face Isis clenching her fists and the rest of the women in the showers stood behind her, but Isis just stared at them, bored. “Oh, are you jealous of me and want my sandy for yourself or that you actually want me, Abigail?!” Isis said sarcastically, her laugh ringing in the damn place, and Big A’s face turned red and her yellow teeth snapped at nothing like a mad d

“He can't be obsessed with me. I can tolerate his hatred but not his obsession. His hatred is not letting me live peacefully but his obsession will not let me die peacefully. Please God, have some mercy on me, please don't let any other feeling develop in him for me except hatred." I somehow tolerated his hatred but my already broken self would not be able to stand before his obsession. Obsession was like a slow poison that will make you die but only after going through hell. ********* Author’s POV Two days had passed since that day but still Raniya ‘a words were wandering in her mind that he was obsessed with her which she didn’t not want to accept. She went to college the next day but when

Axel placed a plate of food in front of Sofia who only stayed silent with a hateful gaze. "You want me to feed you." Axel picked up the spoon and started scooping some food his hands were now moving to feed the woman he loved. Sofia's hand quickly hit the spoon until it fell scattering with the plate in Axel's hand. "Get the fuck off me! I don't need your attention." Sofia looked at the face of the man who made her hate him so much, the maniacal man who was obsessed with her. Sofia just realized that the room she currently lives in has many of her photos displayed on the walls, and captured with various moments that Sofia never expected that all this time around her there were people who wer

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

"What disaster specifically?" "Melissa sabotaging again. His mother interfering. Me panicking at the last second. Something going catastrophically wrong." "Those are all external fears. What about internal ones?" "What do you mean?" "Are you afraid of saying yes? Of the commitment itself?" I sit with the question. "No. I'm not afraid of marrying Damien. I'm afraid of the universe conspiring to stop it." "The universe doesn't conspire, Elena. That's anxiety talking." "Then how do I make it stop?"

that Chelsea mumbled. I was looking for my watch when I shook my head at the word she uttered. “I don't do obsessions, love. Obsessions are meaningless.” I said. “You can call it an obligation.” “Obligation?” “For the woman I bit earlier, the woman I marked mine, the one I call mate.” She said nothing. So, I asked. “Do you want me to continue because I—” “No.” She immediately cut me off

I asked my eyebrows raised. “No Mia nothing is wrong with her” “Then why do you keep turning her down, she has been trying to get your attention for like forever” I exclaimed raising my hands. “That’s it Mia I don’t want a girl that seeks my attention, I want to be the one to be following her like a lost puppy” “You are just looking for a silly excuse to not date her right?” I said folding my arms. “Yeah” he smiled looking everywhere but me, I sigh heavily as Katie comes in with the food we ordered, she tried to get Matt's attention again but he wasn’t even sparing her a glance.

I asked, frustration laced in my voice. “I guess you don’t know what obsession means, do you?” Maverick asked, leaning down to my level. “Princess, when you’re obsessed, no one else matters, except that one person. I can’t get you out of my fucking head and you think I will leave you alone?” “Yes. You can, Maverick.” I nodded, trying to convince him, despite knowing he wasn’t convinced and won’t be. “You live rent-free in my head, Kaida. I can’t fucking get over you, not now that I already got a taste of you.”

"I...I....I think I like someone. But before going further. I just need to know and be sure I'm not stepping on any emotions you might have for me." The words pierced through her. "Tony," she said softly, "you think I'm that type of woman, really?" His eyes widened. "No— Audrey, it's not what I meant. "Tony." She inhaled, wounded. "Yes, we had something real. But I would never ever try to ruin another woman's chance with you. Not after what my heartless stepsister and mom did to me. I refuse to represent that kind of woman, it's an eyesore.

"You ate a sandwich in four months because I put it on your desk and stood there until you picked it up." I laughed. "That is not — I ate other things." "Name one." I opened my mouth and closed it. Maya pointed her fork at me. "That is what I thought." I looked out the window again. The stroller woman had turned the corner. The delivery man was gone. The street kept moving — indifferent, consistent, not waiting for anyone to be ready. "I am tired, Maya," I said. "Not the kind that sleep fixes." Maya set her fork down again. This time she reached across the table and put her hand over mine.