Obsession Confession Novels & Stories

My instincts couldn't help but scream for me to touch it. So I reached for it. And as the wax cracked under my fingers, I said my prayers silently. That whatever truth hid inside won't be the kind that destroys. But deep down, I already knew that truths like these never saves. It only revealed more dangerous secrets.

The only one he can push. "I know I am not worthy of your love. I know I have said the word 'I love you', and I know I can't say it," he sucked in a lot of breath. "I can't say I love you because of don't know how to love. The feelings I have for you run deeper than anything you can ever imagine. You are not my love, Ixora; you are my obsession. An obsession I don't want to walk away from. I had planned to make you fall for me and then break you, but I never imagined that I would get caught in my own trap. I need you in my life, Ixora, more than anything. Back then, I kept a burning fire, which I fueled every day to represent my anger and hatred. Now, I want to start a new fire, one that wil

Giving Knox a small smile, I sat rigidly, hoping for the meeting to be done. Soon, I zoned out of the room. I couldn’t believe my first sex was with my boss. I was terrified, and ashamed. I didn’t know how I was going to cope with him there or worst at all face him. I could see myself giving him my resignation letter. I absolutely regretted of agreeing to go to the club with Phoebe. I felt like pulling my hair out due to how frustrated I was. A gentle tap on my thigh pulled my out of my thoughts. I raised an eyebrow at Knox. “The boss is talking to you,” he whispered. “That is isn’t my lucky day!” I whispered to myself.

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

as the words flowed out of my mouth, I suddenly remembered Ayita, these were the exact same words she uttered that same day. “This is my confession” I paused for a while and closed my eyes, “I ordered the death of someone and I am obsessed with a woman. I didn’t choose to be obsessed with her but it happened and here we are. I ordered the death of a man because he was liking the woman I liked” The priest kept listening to me and from the little holes separating us, he didn’t have any judgmental look on his face. I already liked him. “Do you wish to desist from such things?” He asked me and I paused, I wasn’t ready to let go of her nor was I ready to let any man near her.

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.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

He acted on the impulse. At first, Yang Tian-Xu disregarded the crowd stares, and he looked straight into her eyes. Her eyes reflection stared back at him. Yang Tian-Xu thought how piercing her eyes appears to be, like it stared straight into his soul, mesmerised by them. It embarrassed him after he realised what he had done. "I like you to operate under my supervision instead of Mr Han." a quick recovery from an embarrassing confession. "Oh, it's just work," The crowd heard his speech and return their focus and attention elsewhere.

“By the way, what was your fourth confession? You never told me.” “I’m still in love with you.” Christian spoke. “I love you, and I don’t care if you don’t love me back.” “Obsessed much.” I chuckled. I didn’t want to hear those words because I felt the same way—but us not being together would be the best for everyone. There was no point in having a relationship if the relationship was toxic. Christian turned to face me and rested his hand on my cheek. “Yes, I’m obsessed—and maybe if you give me a clear answer, I can stop this obsession, so I’m asking you one more time. Is there absolutely no way of us getting back together?”