Obsession About Someone Novels & Stories

His expression didn't read agitation like mine did. "That girl is just crazy." He sighed, facing his laptop and continuing whatever work he was doing on it. "You know, she came to the office earlier today claiming to want to have me and stories like that." He chuckled a little. "She's so adamant on that. Her love is frustrating." "Love?" I dropped my phone on the bed. "Don, this isn't love, this is obsession, don't you get?" He stared at me with a raised brow. "Obsession, huh? I've never actually seen it that way but now that you've pointed it out, I guess you're right. It is obsession."

Lincoln said nonchalantly but within him,he had series of plans for that bastard who harassed his little Wife. He couldn't be anything worst but when possessiveness has been added to the topic,yeah.... He was possessive of anything that belongs to him,even the things he cared less about,he wouldn't want any other person to temper with it. Not under his watch. West turn to head to her room when she suddenly remembered and turn to look at Lincoln again. "Lin..." Lincoln who was about to leave,turn to look at her with a questioning gaze,his lips tinted up in a smile that was of mischief.

“I know you two have history. And I don’t know what the hell happened before she moved here, but it’s all over your face, man. You're obsessed. You watch her like she’s air and you’ve been suffocating.” “That’s none of your business,” Dino said, his voice lower now, dangerous. Matteo didn’t back down. “It is when I have to sit through a dinner watching my brother stare at a girl like she’s already his, while she looks like she’s on the verge of falling apart.” Dino’s mug hit the counter a little harder than intended. “I’m not hurting her,” he snapped. “No,” Matteo said quietly, “you’re just breaking her slowly.”

should I be worried? Should I inform Amber about it?". "Hmm", I said. "indeed, obsession will make you do crazy things".

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

he replies. “Obsessed how?” I inquire. I had thought I was doing a good job of not showing obsessive behavior when it came to Ava. “You haven’t shown interest in anything that doesn’t involve her. You are actively being hunted by one of the city's largest crime bosses and you’re treating him like a peeping tom. She’s become the only reason you go to bed at night and get up every morning. In my line of work, we call that obsessive,” he concludes with a nod.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

Her grandmother answered, “Now that I think about it. You two are probably perfect for each other. He’s the kind to get addicted and obsessed with one thing. This kind of obsessions lasts for a lifetime and they’re known to be loyal,” “You’re talking about him as if he’s a rare animal breed,” Aira said wondering what her grandmother was thinking. “Maybe he is. Those beast-like cunning eyes. That possessive gaze. It seems like you’ve finally met your match,” “You’re telling me that my match is an obsessed man addicted to something. What in the world could he be obsessed aboutt anyway? Are you talking about his work?” Aira asked “I’m talking about you. He’s obsessed with you Aira,” Her grandmo

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.

Bearable. And I was 32. Not getting any younger. My parents wanted me married. Settled. Responsible. Whatever that means. And frankly, she was the only woman who didn't exhaust me within five minutes. I was used to her presence. Three and a half years of working side by side did that. Having her around 24/7 would only make my work easier. Yes, it was selfish. I know it. But I'm not a saint. Never claimed to be one.