Obsession Confession Novels & Stories

She knew she was spurting out a lot that night but she couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to bear this burden alone. She wanted to tell him about her insecurities. "Anything else?" Lincoln asked again as his eyes roamed on her small face, he remained in the same standing position while gazing at her calmly as usual. "I-nothing else," West said after a while while looking down at her foot. Lincoln raised a brow "No way! I don't second that" West raised her eyes to look at him "Can you just get this matter of Roman-satan done and over with quickly?? It's-boring"

''' I pushed him and held him from his collar. ''''I thought you are my best friend.. I can't believe you betrayed me. Out of everyone else I trusted you. I have told you everything about me and yet you betrayed me???? I really am an as*****. I am fu**** idiot. I thought that you were a loyal friend and I can count on you. I shared everything with you not just professional but my personal life was like an open book to you. '''' ''''I know I know man. And Believe me I didn't betray you.. I swear I didn't betray you. I am loyal to you and you can still count on me.''''

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

It seems like some beast has possessed him. "I don't want anything from you. You are a devil." "So? Don't you love devils? Huh?" He took a step towards me. As Kevin poured out his disturbing confession, a mixture of anger, fear, and sadness swirled within me. His obsession with me had driven him to this point, twisting his mind and turning him into a person I didn't recognize.

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.

That question wasn't really answered before. Jian used to be my friend, I tried to trust men before, but he ruined all of that because of his so-called love for me. "Obsession isn't good." Thinking about that made me get up and look in the direction of the door. What if... Only what if. Kyros's getting more and more obsessed with me as the days passes by. It makes me feel afraid that he might end up like Jian. "No... There's no way." Right?

“It’s mine!” Her mother’s lip curled. “Exactly.” Pastor Daniels circled Layla slow, Bible open, muttering Latin loud—“Exorcizamus te”—pushing her shoulder—too hard. “Out, demon” he intoned. “**Release this woman from the machine’s grip—” Layla shoved back—hard, palms on his chest. “Don’t fucking touch me” she snarled. Pastor stumbled, Bible flying—THUD on carpet. “Blasphemy” he gasped.

“Camden knew from the start that I wasn’t you, so it’s not my fault that the deal fell through. You owe me a replacement! “I-I should get Trevor Mynard in return! I’ll conquer him without a hitch!” The mention of his name stopped me in my tracks, and a knowing smirk tugged at my lips. “Sure. He’s yours.” Thank goodness. I’d had enough of Trevor’s obsession with being right all the time.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

Not enough to be aggressive, but enough to make me feel the full force of his presence. “You’re observant,” he said. My brows pulled together. “Excuse me?” “At the bar last night,” he continued calmly. “You noticed things others didn’t.” My pulse spiked. *The bar. Last night.* My mind raced. Did he see me? Was he there? No, that didn’t make sense. I hadn't seen him. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said carefully. His gaze held mine, unblinking. “You don’t?”