Obsess Novels & Stories

The thought of that doesn’t sound peaceful, it’s wrong, Disruptive but wrong. My chest tightens sharply and I stop breathing for a second too long. No! I force air into my lungs, each breath controlled, measured. As I Inhale again and hold before exhaling out. I press my thumb harder into my palm again until the sting cuts through the noise in my head. This is irrational. This attachment is spiraling into obsession. I don’t like that word, Obsession implies lack of control and i’m always in control. So why won’t my thoughts slow or obey!

He said in his deep chilly voice which made her whole body shiver. Alice was shocked. She could not understand what he was saying to her. "Ob-Obsession?" She asked. "Hmmm. Do you know what this is?" He asked. "W-What is this?" Dylan caressed her lips and replied, "I can not explain to you." Alice was very confused. What was an obsession? It was a strange word for her. She didn't hear any particulars about it before. All she knew was, obsession meant habit or one kind of addiction.

Daniel walked into the room and he couldn't figure out what was going on with him. He couldn't put his finger on it and it frustrated him. He paced the room, feeling restless and agitated. In a fit of anger, he slammed his hand on the expensive glass table and made his way to the mirror. He stared at his reflection, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. "This is not like me. What is happening? I don't understand." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself.

Freddie answered. "It means?" "There is like just like. There is something that leads to obsession. There is love that is love. And there is love that is based on obsession. So which like and love do you mean?" Abigail frowned. "Mm... a kind of like where our heart beats faster than usual when we see that person. Then we wish we could keep seeing him. Waiting for his message; who knows when it will come in? Or beating just by getting a greeting from him?"

Obsession, a word Jareth had said many times and still did not understand how he should interpret it. The way he said it, it seemed like he was saying a flattering kind of love greater than love itself. But, obsessions are not healthy. So, that's what makes me hesitate. "I really want to know what you mean by obsession. Because I understand very different things and I doubt that's what you want to tell me" I murmur and Jareth nods. "I'll explain when I have a more focused idea of how to explain you, because you are my obsession. Now we'd best get out before we get a

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you ar

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

the madness for his belonging was clearly seen in his eyes, which intensified her fear because he was sounding like that deadly obsessor, who could destroy anyone or anything just to have his claim over his obsession. He could kill anyone for his obsession. Anisia looked away from him because his mere gaze felt too intimidating to her, especially when she was being so close to him. It made her get that irrational thought inside her mind like he was talking about her, but this was impossible. They both were completely strangers to each other. They both knew nothing about each other, except for thei

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."