Manic Obsessive Novels & Stories

The atmosphere in the Anderson mansion was anything but warm. A young girl knelt on the marble floor, mopping with trembling, blood-stained hands. “Why aren’t you done mopping yet?” a young woman’s sharp voice echoed. “Amy… I’m almost done cleaning,” the girl begged, looking up at her pitifully. “How many times have I told you to stop calling my name?” Amy snapped, stomping her heel hard onto Jenny’s already injured hand. “Arhhhhh! P-please, ma’am!” Jenny cried, trying to pull her hand away.

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

He wants everything perfect and no inaccuracies around him. I actually don't know why I ended up this long. Cause the secretary before me only lasted two hours and was dismissed right away. Just because of a mistake of putting the mug on his table that is not aligned properly. He is crazy, right? A mad perfectionist. But I desperately need this Job. So I performed well, and luckily we both had OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder [mental-illness which causes people to repeat certain thoughts or sensations (obsessions) or have the urge to do something repeatedly (compulsion). Some can have both obsessions and compulsions], but he is more severe.

He said as if he is so obsessed. And it's so true Damien has a mental illness called OCD ( Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) in which sometimes he performs his thought repeatedly like hand washing or sometimes locking his door at home or either at his office. And he hides it from everyone and only his family knows it, even from his friend John. When he's at his office his employees assume that it was usual for him to do that. They didn’t know it is about his illness.

,, Taapur ate in silent and thought how to deal the situation of her life Mostly how to deal Cracked , Obsessive , mad ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE Taapur understood him but sometimes his Obsessiveness broke her . Taapur knew that Abhimanyu was different from other man and It was not that he didn't understand romance . It was that no one liked his version of Romance . Complete Obsessive Type . . It was simple and to the point without wrapping in any colourful envelope . It was neither a promise , nor a romantic poem and there was nothing more beautiful than words in the world and yet there were also the most vicious

Business associates reported erratic behavior, sudden mood swings, an inability to engage with important decisions because his attention was elsewhere. "He's made four more serious business errors this week alone," Rachel reported. "Decisions he would have never made if he was thinking clearly. His obsession with you is literally destroying what's left of his empire." "And the more it crumbles, the more he fixates on me as the solution," I said, understanding the psychology at play. "He thinks if he can just reclaim me, if he can just possess me again, somehow everything else will fall back into place." "Classic obsessive thinking," Rachel agreed. "He's built you up in his mind as this ultim

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

I want you to come to our final union as my bride. 'Three more days, my love. Three more days until we're united forever.' 'Eternally yours, Damien' I felt sick. The casual way he talked about murder, about stealing my life, about this twisted version of love he'd convinced himself was real—it was beyond disturbing. "He's completely insane," I said quietly. "He's obsessed," Maya corrected. "And obsession can be more dangerous than insanity. Insane people are unpredictable. But obsessed people follow patterns, fixate on specific goals."

Any f**king thing. No girl can humiliate him and then go scot-free.