Obsessed Book Summary Novels & Stories

“There’s the sassy girl I know. Smartass.” The professor continues and I try to focus, but shit, he’s going to be in this class—right next to me—for the whole semester. DING! He’s going to drive me crazy. He wrote, Where’s that Kama Sutra book? I bet she still has it. Get a copy. I take a deep breath. This is going to be a long semester.

"Jeez, you are totally overly obsessed with her!" "So what if I am?" Yang Tian-Xu retorted as he could not care less about what other people's opinions. The infatuation he had for Wang Yi-An was something he would expect no one to understand, nor does he wanted anyone else to know, but her; Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu didn't wait for Jin Qi-Long to let himself inside the car, Yang Tian-Xu was about to drove off without him. However, Jin Qi-Long hurried as he hopped in, while Yang Tian-Xu drove off. He barely had the time to fasten the seatbelt.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

Their trip to the Golden Triangle had made Zachary realize that Shane was an exceptional assistant. "People grow when they follow someone capable," Joey said sincerely. Without the tumultuous three years of their marriage, she wouldn't be where she was now. Zachary smiled and picked an emotional growth film. After that, Joey focused on watching it with him. "I rarely have leisure time since I started working. I used to be like Hanson and was interested in digital products, even thinking about setting up an esports room or a home theater. But I got so busy that I lost interest in those things."

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

The straw finally snapped between my fingers on the forty-third twist. There's a name for what I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Why I didn't tell Nico I have OCD I'll never know. Maybe it's because I'm keenly aware of how crazy I am. My main obsession is numbers. I count everything, how many twists it takes to break a straw or how many steps I take to and from class. My compulsion is having to touch things seven times to make everything all right. The anxiety on top of OCD was just a perk. "Oh my God, you've never been to a football game?" she asked incredulously. "That's a sacrilege at this school."

Like she was intruding on something private. Good, she told herself firmly. Let him have his beautiful blonde. Let him smile at her and hold her and be happy. I don't care. But her hands trembled as she turned and walked back up the stairs, pretending she hadn't seen anything. Behind her, she heard Isabelle's laugh. Heard Dante's low response. Heard them move toward his office together. I don't care, Elena repeated to herself. I. Don't. Care. By afternoon, Elena was going stir-crazy. She'd tried to work on her laptop but couldn't focus. Tried to read but couldn't concentrate. Every noise in the mansion made her jump, wondering if it was Dante.

She forced herself to search the pockets, each second stretching like an eternity. A rusted compass. A scrap of faded fabric. Nothing familiar. Relief washed over her in a shaky exhale, but it was drowned instantly by dread. "Whoever he was, he died terrified," Caleb muttered, turning the brittle note over. The words, uneven and desperate, seemed to bleed through the page. Save yourself. "Him writing this before dying instead of escaping means he got hurt and couldn't escape or he got trapped inside" Emily said thoughtfully, still scratching her now bleeding skin.

“She was too eager. Too prepared. Almost… relieved.” He paused. “And Jenny herself — she looked completely unaware. Like someone who didn’t choose this marriage… but someone who was pushed into it.” Richard leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the desk lightly. A slow, calculated expression formed on his face. “Interesting,” he murmured. The atmosphere thickened. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “Continue,” he commanded.