Manic Obsessive Novels & Stories

“You’re in my world now. And I don’t play nice with pretty little intruders.” Lila’s breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. The tension between them was thick enough to cut — hate mixed with something far more dangerous. Something that felt like the beginning of an obsession. As Elena called for the staff to bring in the luggage, Ronan turned away, but not before his mind already started wondering what Lila Monroe would sound like moaning *his* name. This was going to be hell.

“One more issue that I have today is a lady at my work. I think she is called Emery. She touched me; at first it didn’t hurt, but seconds later I was attacked by the allodynia immediately. But the craziest part was that today, when our eyes met, my heart was pounding so hard like it would pop out. There was a sudden heat on my neck. I just don’t know how to explain that whenever I’m with her or we meet, it’s always problem after problem. So I’m thinking her fate is not good and I may have a heart problem getting entangled with her.” Marcus placed a hand lightly on Jason’s shoulder, steadying him and smiling. “About that lady at work relax about her. It’s not any heart problem. It’s what we c

He lifted his eyes, and they met mine. Awkward silence stretched. Neither of us knew what to say. The client sighed. "Mr. Halloway, I've already found a better partner. Your company should look elsewhere." Adrian's expression shifted, but in the end, he said nothing and walked out. Later, the client told me about his fall. Unlike my steady rise, Adrian had spiraled. His company had run into trouble. During a reshuffle, he'd been kicked aside. At first, the plunge from the top was too steep. He lashed out, temper sharp, earning complaint after complaint from clients.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

“Let’s have fun!” The circle of men closed in around us. The Don sat in his oversized chair, his eyes gleaming with sick amusement. I stood in the center weak, but alive. Now, I had to fight to stay that way. A shadow loomed over me. My opponent. He was a monster. Tall. Thick. Muscled like a beast carved out of stone. His nose had been broken too many times, his face was like a roadmap of old scars. His fists were bigger than my damn head.

Was she going to be a dangerous threat. Or the most dangerous kind of temptation. Because I knew I had an obsessive compulsive personality. Once I sink my claws in I wouldn’t let go until I know everything about Elena Moretti and what exactly made her tick...

"Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination?" His mouth set in a hard line. "Even to the point of maddening obsession and ruination."

Lorenzo I pull out of her,my dick still semi-hard. This woman is like a drug to me, one that I can't get rid of. When I am with her, I can't think of anything else but fill her insides till she is soaking with my essence. Gino says that my obsession with her has turned into something more dangerous. An obsession. In my line of work, having an obsession can be classified like having an Achilles heel. He says that anyone can get to me. They just have to get to Megan abs and have me eating at the palm of their hands.

His voice cracked with insanity, the madness threatening to consume him entirely. The room was charged with a tension so thick it felt as if the walls might collapse. The struggle between obsession, frustration, and an overwhelming need for control was about to reach its breaking point.