Obsessi Novels & Stories

Because they can, they don't like people having peace of mind. He stood abruptly, his movement sharp and unsteady. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. Whatever this is, it will end right now!. " Promise me," that this won't destroy us. He looked up, something uncertain flickering behind his calm." I'll try," he said. When we reached the table, his hand found mine. It wasn't steady — cold, foreign. I knew deep down that what connected us then wasn't love, but fear. Fear of the unknown.

I felt extremely embarrassed standing in front of him with my goodies almost exposed. This was like giving a man I barely know a ticket to a cinema show. It was a man I despised for that matter. I caught his eyes sizing me up and I bit my lip with regret. This was so wrong, and I wasn't comfortable with this at all. The way his eyes feasted on my body, made my skin tingle and I began having goosebumps.

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER. She loved things to be done perfectly. Everything must be precise. Jacob collected the keys and came back home. Once Sarah finished packing, it was after 6pm and she hadn't had the time to cook. They nibbled junk food throughout the day. Alex and Andrea were stoked about that. She decided to go to their new home to prepare before they moved in. Sarah called Nash and Nat to join them, to be apart of their special moment.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

Maya's POV People always assume obsession begins loudly they imagine madness appearing overnight and turning ordinary people cruel in a single moment but the truth is uglier because obsession grows quietly. It starts with wanting to be chosen then wanting to matter and then wanting somebody to look at you the way they look at someone else and eventually wanting turns into needing and somewhere between need and desperation you stop recognizing yourself.

"You know something, Leila. I think the first thing we need to establish is your ability to follow instructions. You do as I say or we'd have problems and I'm pretty sure you don't want that. Do you understand?" He said while looking her in the eyes. He held her gaze as he watched her nod her head to show that she understood each word he said. "Now, act like the obedient girl you are and get these off and follow me." He said while pointing at the bra and top she had put on. She nodded again as she was now too scared to speak out. In seconds, she was standing before him in her naked glory. He stepped closer and stood directly in front of her. He raised his hand and began to rub her right pink

“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.”

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.

Adrian Nikolai is an ass. A fucking annoying ass. He’s careless and does things of his own free will. How did he even think of touching me in the same car as Kuzma? What if he turned and saw him touching me? Not just anywhere but on my crotch of all places. I wouldn’t have the explanation to give.

" I said. "Right. My dopamine brain. Put it all together, and I'm pretty much one hundred percent focused on sex, how to get it, how keep it going and going and going, how to get more, how to make it fun, exciting, inventive, well, you get the idea." "Fuck, Anna, how did you ever become a calculus professor with all that sex in your brain?" "It's my Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. Combined with the excess dopamine in my brain and my unusual vaginal anatomy, I'm a relentless sex machine. When I focus on sex, I can't stop. I have to have it, over and over and over.