Obsession Confession Novels & Stories

"I can't backstab him," "You are not backstabbing him. You are doing it for yourself, for your freedom. Why are you so concerned about him, tell me, was he concerned about you when he forced himself on you? Did he hear to your pleadings when he was blackmailing you? And From what you have told me, he wouldn't let you go, Bell. He is obsessed with you and obsession always leads to destruction. Always. Just think about yourself for once. Can you imagine living like this for the rest of your life?"

There's no way he didn't consider me slow at this point. “I'm saying it's not just a tiny stupid crush, Alana. It's probably more than what you feel for me. It's maddening, overpowering, suffocating, it's all I can feel. I'm obsessed with you, and I want you so badly, but I can't have you, and I can't tell you why either.” I breathed hard as I listened to his confession. “I can't believe it..” I managed to say.

He quickly collected himself and asked, " What are you implying?" "Enough!" Zen's stern voice interrupted them suddenly. "Claire won the conclave fair and square. Why are you pretending you weren't aware of the results of a conclave?" Zen coldly asked, staring at the man. Zen's cold eyes pierced the man's soul, making him shiver. "And now! It is the moment," Zen declared, drawing everyone's attention."It's finally the moment for which we had been waiting all these years. The wolf spirit that the mystic spring seeks has been revealed and captured."

Dear God, Please let him not have seen what I wrote in a drunken-crying-my-eyes-out-weak moment. DING! He saw my note. I feel it in my bones. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He knows I begged him back. I glance over at him, but he’s bent over now, clearly being secretive. Somehow, I manage to push him out of my head and focus. The lecture continues for the next hour with several more dings. Dr. Cartwright says, “Before we end class, I would like to hear a few of the random thoughts you recorded. We need honesty if we are going to better understand each other, so I would appreciate your cooperation. Here in the front row, please share your third response.”

“Let me have the team check it first.” But something in my gut told me it was meant for me. I took the box and opened it anyway. Inside was a single photograph. It showed John and me making love on the balcony two nights ago. The image was clear and intimate. Across the bottom in bright red marker were the words “The Obsession Never Dies.” My hands started shaking. “John… this was taken two nights ago. From the cliffs. Someone was watching us while we…” John took the photo from me and cursed under his breath. “This is not possible. The new security should have caught anyone that close.”

It shattered against an unseen barrier and snapped back into him. He fell to one knee, breathing hard, blood trailing down his chin. “It… it won’t…” His voice cracked with disbelief and anger. “I can’t hurt you.Damn it Isis” he cursed Ivana felt her heart hammering. “Why?” she whispered. “Why are you trying to kill me?” He slowly lifted his head. A mocking smile curled his lips. “Congratulations,” he said coldly. “You are the bride of a god.”

Stay tuned for MADDEST OBSESSIONS. Love. NaYa.

“It'll only take a few minutes.” I hesitated for a second. Or two. I couldn't bear to leave Gabriella alone with someone else. Every instinct told me to stay, but hesitation could cost her. But I could trust Stephanie. She's sworn omerta. She wouldn't dare try anything against me unless she was indeed tired of living. I pushed off the wall and slowly backed out of the room. My gaze never left Gabriella until I shut the door, cutting her unconscious image off. At the kitchen, I popped open a bottle of strong alcohol and took a swig.

“And he looks pissed." “He’s not my stalker,” I said too fast. “He’s just… persistent." “Persistent is one word for it,” Kevin muttered. “Obsessed is another." Before I could tell him to shut up, a shadow fell over our table. Alexander didn’t sit. He just dropped a bottle of water on my tray. Cold. Condensation dripping down the side. “You didn’t drink anything,” he said. Voice flat. “I’m not thirsty." “Liar,” he said again. Same as before. Then he looked at Kevin. “You done?"