Obsession Confession Novels & Stories

“This isn’t anything but obsessive.” “Marion,” I moaned, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Marion.” “I’m obsessed with you, Wildfire, and it’s only going to get worse.” I didn’t want it to, but his confession awakened something in me. He was obsessed. Shit, so was I. This was bad, real fucking bad.

I was no longer just his possession. I was becoming his obsession. And in the dangerous world of the mafia, obsessions like this… never ended quietly.

I took a sip of wine, trying to steady myself. “Most grooms start with ‘I promise to love and cherish,’” I managed. He stretched an arm along the back of the sofa behind me. Not touching but close enough to cage me in. “I don’t want most grooms’ vows,” he said. “I want vows that make people believe I’m capable of obsession.” My pulse fluttered. “Obsession isn’t romantic.” “It is when it’s mutual.” The words hung heavy between us. I shifted, crossing my legs. The hem of my dress rode higher, and his gaze followed lingering.

Oliver's mother says, sipping her wine. "Allison takes care of him..." Jennifer says, adding fuel to the fire. "That's it, the little one looks after me and I look after her so she doesn't do anything wrong," Oliver says, stealing a piece of meat from my plate. "I'm a saint, anyone who knows me knows that very well, I've never done anything that wrong in my life, if I drop dead now I'll go to heaven." I have faults like everyone else, but I've never really done anything so serious as to have a guilty conscience.

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.

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.

Guilt was written all over his face. "I'm sorry," he said again, "I went against my original intention. "I shouldn't have treated you like this. You shouldn't be treated this way by us. I'm really, really ashamed." Hanson lowered his eyes. His voice was full of regret. Joey slowly pulled her hand back. She calmly said, "Do you know that although I rarely contact Samuel, I still considered him a good friend until the day before I broke off contact with him?" Hanson didn't know about the incident where Joey severed ties with Samuel. He was surprised when he heard about it.

“Because that crazy fucker with mental issues will kill himself first. I mean, you were the one keeping him sane after all. It is not a secret everyone in that cursed place knows it. But you chose to make your eyes blind. You all are pathetic, really. It is a wonder that you managed to kill me, but I guess you took me by surprise.” He said cackling, and I began gasping for breath as the walls closed on me and my vision turned black. I held my chest tightly as I struggled to breathe. No, this can’t be right. Michael is stronger than this. He will never kill himself as long as I was here alive, at least. He will always wait for me. “Right, he even visits you every day and tells you how much he

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END