Novel & Cerita Obsessi

My best friend, Hannah Price, had once asked me on the phone, "What exactly is so special about Adrian Halloway? What's made you love him for fifteen years straight?" I could never put it into words. When we first met, I could list a hundred things I admired about him, but the more I loved him, the less I could explain why. Isn't that what a teenage crush was? No rhyme or reason, just hurling every ounce of love at someone until you hit a wall and can't turn back. I closed the journal again. Maybe the thirty-year-old me had been too proud, too unsure of how to act, so she left it to the version of me with only twenty years of memories to choose for her.

As his anger boiled, he forgot everything else, every other thing that matters as the only thoughts In his mind were. Kill that b@astard!! It was so surreal as West watched her knight in dark and scary amor... Lincoln was so tall in the small room, his eyes had deepened a lot as he stood coldly... Like a god, in slow motion, he raised his foot and took a step towards Shawn, every step he took... Doom speaks! He didn't look West's way as to him, his mind had captured Shawn and he wouldn't be able to rest if he didn't finish him....

Selena then decided to go back inside. "What's with the partnership with Pixie? Can you handle the problem?" Henry tailed Selena and asked. Selena stopped abruptly. Inside the office, Joey scanned the QR code on the massager's packaging. The brand's official website popped up on the phone. It was a foreign, imported brand that cost several thousand dollars. She browsed the website and put down her phone. Judging from Henry's straightforward personality, he did not seem like someone who would devise an intricate plan.

Cillian asked and Emily's body seems to froze and she looked like she realized something horrible making Cillian to chuckle. He has seen alot of female's that was degraded to mental instability because their obsession has turned to something else and they are ready to kill anyone just to get together with the person they are obsessed with, he has being a victim of this situation for uncountable times, alot of girls who developed their obsession to a 'mental thinking' that he was meant to be their, that he was a gift from God to them so they should 'possess their possesion' he chuckled again at that.

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa. “What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me. “I can’t stop myself from stalking someone” “Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem. “And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

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.

“But you said you think he’s self-medicating.” “Absolutely.” “For what?” “OCD, for one thing.” “Obsessive compulsive disorder?” “I don’t know that for sure… but have you ever seen anybody do something repeatedly, non-stop, the way he constantly plays the guitar?” I considered. “No… no, I guess I haven’t.”

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“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”