Obsession Confession Novels & Stories

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.

Pastor Daniels stepped forward, wiping sweat from his bald head with a trembling hand. “This is what sin looks like when you feed it, Mrs. Hartley,” he said. “Lust made flesh. Circuits of temptation.” Her mother nodded, voice cracking with fury and grief. “She used to lead youth choir,” she said to no one. “She was pure. My Layla was pure.” “We can still save her,” the pastor said, voice rising. “With prayer and cleansing. The demon is the machine.” “It’s not a demon!” Layla screamed. “It’s mine!”

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.

As Tobias sat at the other side of the box separating the sinners from him, he has a dry smirk on. People are boring. He can't see their faces cos of the box in the middle, he can only hear their voices, but by the voices, he could picture what their faces look like. Thirsty women. The man at the other side of the box right now is the last confessor today. "I haven't been attentive to my son, I spent my time on my woman, and now my son joined a cult, and—" "Come back tomorrow for this confession." Tobias cut him off harshly. It sounded cruel.

“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.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

“I am often obsessed with things. You remembered when you asked me about my love with Louis Vuitton products? I’m obsessed with the products and if what I have isn’t from them, I won’t be happy and I will go through any length to have that. When I started talking to you, it wasn’t like that at first, not until I noticed my feelings for you. Even though I was denying it then, it didn’t stop my obsession from crawling in. I noticed that when I am not with you, I miss you a lot and if I don’t hear your voice and see anything about you, I won’t be calm.” He gulped, closing his eyes while I look on at him, I really want to know what he is talking about and it was hitting at the back of my head th

I speak without thinking, already at my limit. Oliver's eyes widen and I look at him with my head held high, yes I know everything, I know he's a cuckold and he has so many twigs on his head that he could change his name to Cornelius, although I'm not far behind, I could also change my name to Cornelia.

Qeiza wasn’t aware that Chin Hwa observed her restlessness. Qeiza averted her gaze to her phone. Her slender fingers began to dance swiftly on the keyboard. [You’ve promised me to keep it in secret] [Why now you did the opposite?] Chin Hwa smiled again when he read Qeiza’s reply. [I wanna them know the truth] [No one can demean you by spreading false rumors] Chin Hwa’s confession invited Qeiza to turn her gaze back at his office. Chin Hwa nodded when their gaze met. Qeiza blew out a strong breath. Her heart was very touched by his attention.