Manic Obsessive Novels & Stories

We have nothing to discuss yet he won’t stop calling me. His behaviour is starting to feel very obsessive.

Freya said curiously. "Not until I finish talking please." "Just relax, I bet she won't take long with the seminar." said Broderick calmly. Her words sounding good and very strange in their ears. "The first Mania goes with the young man's favorite color purple. Its a possessive and dependent love. Believe me, it's very emotional and it tend to drive you crazy so that you can go any mile for the one you love." "Wow!" they exclaimed, then began to applaud in admiration.

I turned to the back of the car trying to reach the bag where my laptop was when all of a sudden… A screeching sound and a huge thud were heard after I stepped on the break abruptly. I looked at the window in front of me where there seems to be no one but I was pretty sure that I hit someone. "Can I just tell you directly over the phone? Because I'm pretty busy and I have to go. It was not you or Mr. Harris was the father. I couldn't believe how she concluded that when she had sex to more than two guys though. So I kinda dug up more of her medical records and I found out that she has OPD or Obsessive Personality Disorder. Be careful Mr. Howards, this kind of PD can get extremely dangerous, e

But a low chuckle caught my attention, my eyes snapped towards the man. Making me take a longer look at him. He looked different from the other men, His hair was cropped low, tattoo covered neck and a posture that screams superiority. “She is fierce” His voice came, calm, teasing. I could hear the amusement in his voice. I frowned at him. “Who are you?” I asked, my eyes were already judging. “Oh pardon my manners, I am Cristóbal Márquez” he smirked as if I am supposed to be scared the instant he uttered his name.

“Why are you relieved? Aren’t you the one trying to kill your brothers all the time?” “That’s the thing, Nes! I want to kill him. He can’t die before I assassinate him. In fact, none of my brothers can die before I kill them or it would ruin everything. I have OCD, you know? Obsessive-Compulsive Desire to be the one who takes them down — no one can outdo me, not even death.” “Hmm. Makes sense,” Nesryn said with a shrug.

Andrew balked. “Obsessive compulsive disorder. He has a lot of the symptoms. It often manifests in a bid to control his environment. Things like excessive hand washing. Touching a light switch a certain number of times. Have you noticed these behaviours in Oliver?” “Oliver is not mentally ill,” Andrew snapped at me. It was a classic denial response, and I wasn’t surprised. Andrew was stubborn at the best of times, and I’d worked with a lot of parents who refused to believe there was anything wrong with their child.

,I put him against the wall. “He would never hit you and you know it. He may be crazy, but he's even more obsessed with you”, I can't deny that he's right about the one thing that makes Anthony and me alike: the obsession with who we want, and the willingness to run roughshod over anything and everything that stands in the way of our dark happily ever after. And I have no problem admitting it:

“He has been grumpy and absent-minded these days. I wonder what’s gotten into him.” “The strange woman.” Sparrow butted in while wielding her katana in front of her two colleagues. “Right! Boss is in love!” Cody blurted out loudly, getting Terrence’s attention. He walked towards them with a blank expression etched on his face. “What did you say?!” He grabbed Cody’s collar and gave him a piercing stare. Katarina and Sparrow were both shocked and tried to pull Cody away from their enraged boss. They saw how Terrence strangled Cody and how he looked like a possessed person while doing this.

Understood? "Yes, Boss." They all replied. "Good, no one should get drunk and start acting stupidly. Secondly, you boys should Fuck wisely. I repeat, Fuck wisely and don't do it over." He instructed them the last time as he ended the call. At the Restroom… "For the past 10 minutes, you have refused to say anything. You just stood like a statue." Annabel was referring to Mara. "Hey! You too." She was now referring to Mara's friend as she flipped her fingers in front of them."

I turned on a small lamp on my desk and began to read in a hurry: “Your friend is starting to annoy me a lot, I tried to be patient and hope that he would leave your life, but I have changed my mind. I don't want him near you, I don't want him to see you and I can't stand the idea of ​​him touching you so I think the time has come to get rid of him. He thinks he is very intelligent, but he is not smarter than me, I will not allow him to continue manipulating you. I'll do you a favor by cutting him out of your life. "