Manic Obsessive Novels & Stories

He looked so professional, so calm, which only made the secret thrumming inside me feel more illicit. “Ria, you aren’t a psychopath,” he said gently. “It’s actually quite normal to want to be near someone you like, or to keep tabs on them. However, it becomes an issue when it turns into a defining character trait for you. When you become truly obsessive with the following... that's different. You have to remember that sometimes, a person just needs their privacy.”

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

She nodded still amused. He sighed "its at work, she is my assistant. At first she was obsessed with me, following me around and bringing me lunch which wasn't part of her duties. I tried shaking her off but she became worst. Then it happened, due to her sticking around i couldn't hold back we had sex. Since then, i have not known peace" he narrated.

Alli could practically feel the woman's resentment radiat-ing acrossthe room like a furnace. Alli tried to focus, tried to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of her work—wiping down the sticky bar with a damp rag, stacking glasses with a practiced hand, the clinking sound a fragile shield against the tension that !lled the air, checking the register to make sure the numbers lined up, a futile attempt to impose order on thechaos churning inside her. But her body betrayed her, every nerve ending on high alert, remembering how he'd touched her the night

I laughed, but he was on me in an instant, pinning me to the bed, his body a cage of heat and rage. He slid into me, deeper than before, and fucked me with a ferocity that felt like punishment and worship. My pussy stretched, burned, and I screamed, my voice shattering the room. His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, a possessive claim as he thrust, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re my fucking obsession,” he snarled, his voice deviant, unhinged. “I’ll chain you to this bed, burn every city, to keep you. No one else gets you. Ever.”

"You heard me plain, Marco. If this pathological fixation is to be broken - if any hope remains of restoring your superiority and freeing your spirit from her relentless torment - you'll need to embrace your obsession with the Dupont woman. Court her, consume her...or be forever consumed in turn by this madness you've brought upon yourself." For once, I am utterly without words. My lips work up and down like a gasping fish as I struggle to process his profane prescription. This is...this is insanity. LunThe lunacy is the most debased, heretical variety! Yet even as I scramble for every fiber of indignant rejection, a small terrified voice calls out from the most shadowed recesses of my psych

Oppressive and overbearing, a person who always had to have his way, who would rather break than bend, die than yield. A person who couldn’t be reasoned with. In other words, a madman.

Jared hissed, looking like he wanted to put his fist through a wall. Beck’s pacing stopped abruptly. He turned toward the detectives, eyes flashing. “What the hell does this guy want?” Carolanne closed her notebook. “Obsession leads to control. That’s what men like him always want, and when women fight back…. they don’t take it well.” “He is mentally unstable,” Ben muttered, pacing now. “Obsessive. Before, he probably wanted you out of the picture so he could play savior, but now that she fought back? He’s going to spiral.”

His Adam's apple bobbed violently before he finally spoke in a rough, unfamiliar voice. "My love... that's not true. I didn't do it. They were lying. I didn't do it, I swear." He slowly stood and approached her, desperately trying to justify something Iris didn't even understand. But when she noticed emotions on his usually cold face... Maybe madness. Maybe obsession. She wanted to run. Immediately. She turned around and hurried toward the door. Memories that didn't belong to her flashed through her mind, mirroring exactly what was happening now. "No, wait, Iris! Please!!"

Walking fast is beyond my capability. Controlling my clumsy self,I reached the 20th floor...I walked as fast as I could and knocked on that same giant door.. "Come in" anyone can guess the emotion in his voice..Full of anger.god.please give me strength to face it. When I entered ,I found all four of my friends with panic visibly dancing in their faces..Why are they here? What's happening?.I'm a nervous mess by now...