Obsession About Someone Novels & Stories

He means so much to me and I want to do everything to protect him. “That was when I started suspecting you both. And you tend to be very possessive of him. Each time he's speaking to Kuzma, you have this possessive look on your face like you're going to kill Kuzma if he doesn't take his hands off Adrian.” Yes, I get very jealous when I see the both of them talking. I know Kuzma is straight and all, but I seriously hate the idea of him coming close to what's mine. Adrian is for my eyes only.

Of course, it would not be a problem for him, to browse each page of the Internet to find out everything that happens in the world. This is to his credit, he found them but thanks to my good eye and my thorough investigation we are here. I am good looking for what benefits me the most but everything requires a prior evaluation to be accepted. I take what I want very seriously, a psychiatrist would say that I am obsessed with getting what I am infatuated with. But I'm not infatuated, I just want to build my own army to defend myself. Anyone would do it and it wouldn't be an obsession, it's just thinking about the future.

Charles adjusted himself well before settling down to business. The image of Hailey kept popping into his head and he stopped working. He placed his hand on his forehead and inhaled deeply. "Who exactly are you?" He muttered. No matter how much he thinks about it, the fact that she's proven hard to get makes him crave her the more. And once he wants something, he must surely get it. **** HOURS LATER*** The door suddenly flings open loudly, Charles frowned but when he saw Mr Monterio with Celine behind him, he needed no soothsayer to tell him what they were here for.

"Obsessed?" "It happens a lot, especially when someone is depressed. They find this thing or person and it gives them meaning and a sense of belonging. It becomes the centre of their world. They can't see or think about anything else. They get trapped. Their obsession becomes their world." "But--" "That's what you are to Jude," he concludes. "You're reading too much into this, Dad. Jude's in love with me and just loves to spend time with me!" That's totally normal, right? "I also like spending every moment I can with him, so maybe we're both obsessed."

“I think sometimes people don’t realize how deep they’ve fallen into it. It starts small—checking their social media, driving by their house ‘just to see.’ But over time…” He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of experience. “It can escalate. The person might start following them or showing up unannounced, thinking they’re being romantic or that it’s a sign of how much they care. But that’s the thing about obsession—it warps your perception. What you think is love or concern might actually be… something darker.”

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

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.

I rub my face. " Good night sleeping beauty"They speak on the other side of the line, and only with sarcasm is their voice I can know who it is "What do you want, Luis?"I roll my eyes. It is very unbearable. Luis is a friend of Karla's that I met a few months ago. Since then he has had a strange obsession with me, he always calls me, sends me messages and I've even caught him watching you from afar. It's kind of awkward and weird.