Obsession Confession Novels & Stories

Suddenly, he stood up from the couch and spoke with a commanding voice, "I think it's time for you to leave my house." Daniel, with a mischievous expression on his face, looked straight at Mr. Markson and asked, "Why are you so worried? Are you afraid that your little secret will be exposed? We both know how much your daughter has suffered in my hands, but you are the one to blame for everything she's been through." The tension in the room was palpable as the two men faced off against each other. "Daniel, please be silent! I used to fear you, but not anymore. I acknowledge my mistake of letting greed cloud my judgment. Using my daughter as collateral was a grave error. I deeply regret my act

“Leave us.” Carl and Vito hesitated, but after a brief nod from Lucian, they left. The door shut behind them with a heavy thud. Lucian faced her again. “I don’t expect you to believe me right away. But sooner or later, you’ll have to face the truth.” Serena’s hands began trembling and Lucian tossed the flash drive onto the table between them. “Take it. See for yourself.” She didn’t move, all she wanted to do was punch him. How dare he bring her mother into their conversation.

It was a tangible reminder of that fleeting moment of vulnerability, that brief glimpse into Dante’s past. Her initial observations of him had been purely fear-driven – a monster, a kidnapper, a ruthless overlord. But now, with the journal’s revelations and that unsettling moment of tenderness, she began to see layers. His obsession with her wasn’t just about revenge against Lorenzo, or even about punishing her for Isabella’s perceived sin. It was about something far more profound, something deeply personal. He wasn't just demanding her soul to inflict pain; he was demanding it to fill a void, to reclaim a piece of himself that had been torn away.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.” For a long moment James looked at the person I had been, and something moved through his expression that was genuine and painful and completely insufficient for what had been done. “I don’t mind,” he said finally, “if it’s an obsession.” The me-who-wasn’t-me went very still.

“I touched myself even more than once before coming here. I even… touched myself in the waiting room.” Dr. Hale’s pen froze mid way through his note. In the waiting room? He forced his eyes to meet hers. “You chose to do that or your mind was cloudy?” “Yes. I chosed to do that ” Her gaze was steady and her smile hunted that she was not trying to repentant. “I can’t help it and besides I told you, I needed guidance....I can’t control this obsession alone.” He swallowed hard, his back leaning on his seat trying to maintain professional boundaries. The voice in his head singing weird music and repeating the sins like a mantra in his head. “That’s… risky. You could have been caught. And you shou

The words left my lips before I could reconsider them, before I could weigh them, before I could soften them into something safer. They landed. Hard. Clear. And the moment they did— Everything stopped. Japhet froze. Not completely. But enough. Enough for the shift to be felt. Enough for the silence to deepen.My gaze held his. Unwavering. Even as the weight of what I was saying settled fully into the space between us. “This is obsession.” The word hung there. Heavy. Unforgiving. And this time— It wasn’t just directed at the situation. It was directed at him.

Adrian 's grip tightened around the stem of his wine glass, his voice a mixture of desperation and frustration, "Obsession… Obsession...No Obsession, I don't know what's the problem with all of you. Did I kidnap you? Tortured you? No right? I am being patient with you. I want you to reciprocate my feelings. I touch you cause I have already claimed you. Today or tomorrow you will be mine. So what's the problem? Jane, you don't understand. I can't bear the thought of you with someone else. I want you all to myself. I need you to belong to me, body and soul."

Opened it again. The confession died before it could be born.

“He wasn't even afraid of going to jail, he was always around when no one could see him.” I frowned. “I don't understand. So what did you do to make him leave you alone?” Lourdes was silent for a moment and looked at me with pity. “Because he met you.” Her words fell on me like a bucket of cold water. If I was not sitting I would have fallen because I had a severe dizziness. No, it couldn't be true. "You are his new obsession," she added quietly. "No… it can't be." I tried to convince myself that it was a vile lie.