Manic Obsessive Novels & Stories

Mitchell asked, dragging his feet towards her. But before he could get closer, Scott's kid brother quickly stopped him. Mitchell has obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), he might end up doing something he will regret. "Father why? What are my not doing right, father? I'm always flying in and out of the country to close deals with clients, what do you still want that I'm not doing right?" He said, looking away, his eyes well up with tears.

Since I met her, every slight movement, every stare, every man who looks at her too long triggers something ancient in me something that shifts under my skin like a creature stretching after sleep. And Alina Miroshnikova… She is the only thing that stirs it into something sharper than instinct. Not softness, Not warmth, Not love but Something worse. A fixation? Or a compulsion. A need threaded through every violent impulse I’ve ever had. If they wanted a diagnosis, they should have written this in their little files: “Subject presents with obsessive, possessive ideation toward a specific individual, accompanied by heightened aggression response and impaired inhibitory control. Risk of extrem

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa. “What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me. “I can’t stop myself from stalking someone” “Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem. “And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

She tapped Dae Hyun’s back a little hard, sending a code for him to let her go. “I’m sorry,” Dae Hyun whispered. “I don’t know why I’ve bad feelings lately.” “I’m alright, Oppa,” replied Qeiza. “I think you’ve pushed yourself too hard to work very late at night.” Qeiza knew well Dae Hyun’s habits. Her adopted brother was just like Ansel. He was a workaholic who didn’t know time when he was struggling with the stack of documents or macbook. “I guessed so,” Dae Hyun agreed. “But, you’ve always bothered my mind. Have you been in trouble?”

An odd video had caught my attention, my eyes glued to my cell phone screen, watching every movement of the lady who performed and the words that were being displayed on the screen when tears rolled down my cheeks. My hands began to vibrate, my teeth gnashing against each other. with the last restricted strength in me, I type a message which says. {Having a mental breakdown. Talk to you later} This same message was forwarded to four of my closest friends and the same people I was speaking to, this act of mine was done to make sure no one was alarmed by why I was no longer responding to my messages. Images began to flash before my eyes and my system became weak, so weak that I could not respo

But don't worry I will find those ba****** and I will smash their heads. '''Right now you need to take rest and please stop thinking about that...''' '''What did they want in return???? How did you arrange money?????'''' he was thinking that they called me for money and I decided to not tell him anything because he was already mad at them and in that condition he wasn't capable of anything.. '''I managed whatever they ask... Now,, stop asking too many questions... I have to call the nurse... you are alright now... come on.. take some rest...'''

And it beats me the reason for that. It's the first time it happened since Marcus came back into my life. He shouldn't see me like this. I'm avoiding this to happen in front of him. But fate always surprises us. It's not that I am addicted to these drugs. They are not my addiction but my obsession, that obsession that let me go through each haunting day and night, and it's been a while since my anxiety attacked. I could feel Marcus rub circles on my back while he said sweet nothing in my ear.

She never saw Aiden so desperate for something the way he is for her forgiveness. ______________________ On the other hand, someone was going crazy knowing about her wedding. He was constantly shouting on his people. Devil was officially considered a devil after seeing him going crazy about an unknown girl. But they were not aware that their boss has become obsessed with that pour girl who is also suffering… “I will punish you, baby girl… I will punish you for choosing him, baby girl.” he was speaking this line crazily while inhaling a white substance. His eyes were red, jaw clenched with and veins popping from his muscles.

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

he said with a frown. "Okay?". Allison asked cocking a brow. "I have this condition... I can't stand things not being in the right order, and it could really be embarassing for you. I can't stand dirt and other things. It's called Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I don't know if you know about it." He said with an embarrassed smile. "I've read about it somewhere before. It won't be a problem." she assured him. "I hope so". he told her and turned in the opposite direction from the exit door.