Obsessed Book Novels & Stories

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

“Always. Completely. And I’ll show you exactly what that means.” The night stretched on in waves of desire and possession. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, and ignited a fire in every inch of my body. Each whisper, each dark murmur, each touch was a reminder of his obsession, his need, and his promise to keep me untouchable and utterly his. Even in moments of surrender, there was no doubt who held the power. Sebastian’s obsession was all-consuming, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive. And I? I was utterly addicted.

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

There's a picture of mine that holding my phone and talking to someone, it's when I'm calling Emerald. Is my stalker obsess with me? I don't want to assume but why is he doing this, knowing that he can't get anything from me aside from humiliation. I'm such a trash... He should stop his crazy stalking. I pick up his note for me. "I CAN'T RELAX WHEN I DON'T SEE YOU BABY... I COULD TELL I'M OBSESS." He's leaving a letter that's not a help to find him. It's frustrating me that I don't even know a single thing to him as much as he do to me. I know that he know so much about now.

“Sorry. Carry on.” I sighed again. “Yes, the guy I went on a date with. We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month and now…he wants more. I want more, but hell, I’m afraid. I don’t want to repeat what happened before. I can already feel it. I’m already more than a little obsessed with him.” “Sometimes love and obsession are one and the same. Sometimes you can’t tell them apart because they’re no different. Love is thinking of someone every day, wanting to be with them all the time, needing to know everything about them. Just like an obsession is.”

"The news was covered up. During your brother's wedding, she tried to ruin the wedding dress. She was mentally shaken. So, her parents had no other choice but to put her in a rehabilitation center." Barbara swallowed hard. Isabela's case was similar to Melanie's. "Apparently, excessive obsession is very dangerous. It can make a person lose her mind." Philip rubbed Barbara's back. "I'm glad you've gotten rid of that kind of obsession." Barbara smiled wryly. Her good shoulder lifted. "Yes, but my mother didn't manage to escape that vicious circle." There was nothing Philip could say anymore. He just grabbed Barbara's fingers, sending her strength. Arriving in front of a room, he whispered, "Do

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.

** Derrick sat like a king in his favorite sofa up in the Chambers as he waited for the men to come in for business. In front of his table were all sorts of wines and expensive drinks, with cigars and some hard drugs. His men were also positioned around the chamber carefully in case anything should go wrong. He watched as Sara walked into the Casino with the rest of the girls. He smiled as he watched the girls carefully. His eyes fell on the fairest one among them. Her skin looked so white and enticing. She was his taste. Though he had ordered them to entertain his clients it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a taste of her once the business is over, he thought.

I swallowed, shaky fingers drawing on his chest. “But isn’t that obsession?” “I am obsessed with you Principessa.” He breathed out, looking so relaxed and so handsome. “But what if that obsession runs over? What if you wake up one day and you realize all the flaws that you can’t stand but had not been seeing because you were misled by your obsession?”

“You were hoping to find something bad enough to make me drive her out of the park. Something that would get rid of the competition.” “She is not competition. She is a distraction that is going to get people hurt.” “People like you?” “People like all of us.” Emily was crying now, her mascara running down her cheeks in black streams. “Whatever spell she has you under, it is not natural. The way you look at her, the way you act around her …it is like you are obsessed.” I considered that for a moment. Obsessed. Yes, that was probably accurate. “You know what, Emily? You are right.” I moved closer, the blade catching the dim light. “I am obsessed with her. Completely, utterly, irrevocably obsess