Obsession Confession Novels & Stories

Because even as she tried to say them out loud, she realized how crazy they sounded. You want hell? I will give it to you. Starting now. Isabelle's words echoed in her head. Over and over and over. Starting now. Starting now. Starting now. Elena's vision blurred. The room tilted sideways. "Elena?" Adrian's voice sounded far away. "Elena, stay with me. Elena!" But the darkness was pulling her down. Down into a place where Isabelle's whispered words followed her. You want hell? I will give it to you. Starting now.

' he cursed himself. Before Bryan could speak anything, Coco started speaking. "Officer, I don't know where that Christian is. I don't have any connection with him. You should look else where" he spoke like a fool. Bryan is stunned to hear Coco's confession. 'Why is he speaking about Christian who is in Aquila? Where did he get this insane thought that we came here for Christian?' he wondered until his gaze landed on the television which is muted. 'Looks like he was watching the news and thought that I came for Christian. What a fool. He has bigger things to worry about, like his very alive son' Bryan thought to himself.

I would have stuck to my current job and live my life like I see it. But no, I didn't know, nobody told me, nobody warned me of what was install for me, nobody gave me a heads-up. If I have been told, if I have known, maybe I would have avoided it, maybe I would have taken the next available route to escape. Then in that process, I wouldn't have met Him...rather, I wouldn't have met them. The two men, who made my life meaningful, filled it with all the passion, attention, love and most erotic moments of my life. One of them wouldn't have made me His Obsession and the other wouldn't have wanted to own me, come what may.

MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me. "...I do." No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me. "She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost." A few contestants exchange glances. "And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."

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’m gonna… You’re gonna make…’ With the pain still lingering and the sound of his raspy, groaning voice so close to her ear, Opal manages to step up next to Isadora and, struggling as much as she can, believing that he isn’t wearing any protection, she growls low. ‘No, Professor… Please stop…’ Still grunting, groaning and growling in time with his hard, fast thrusts, he feels like a teenager again, and he sounds almost regretful as he groans. ‘Sorry… I can’t... Fuck, I can’t stop… Shit, Omega, you feel so good. Oh, fuck, I can’t hold it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I’m… Oh shit, I’m cumming…’

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.