Obsession Escaping My Ex Novels & Stories

“I’ll grab one while I’m out. Thanks, though. I’ll see you in the morning, Storm.” “Alright. Be safe. Goodnight, Boss.” “Goodnight.” I left my office, and in no time, I found myself walking aimlessly away from the casino. It helped some being in the open. Not much, but at least I didn’t feel like I was choking on every useless breath I took. I really needed to get over this obsession I had. It really wasn’t healthy. It was not me either. I hated men beyond the pleasure they could bring me, but for some reason, I found myself craving him with everything in me, which was why I wasn’t surprised to find myself standing in the alley that we had fucked in. I groaned as I ran my fingers agitatedly

he asked, his hands warm as they rubbed my feet. “I’m fine,” I whispered. “I—” “Take your time, bunny,” he said softly. “I’m here.” I shook my head. “No. If I don’t say it now, I won’t. And I don’t want you hearing it from anyone else.” “I won’t stop loving you,” he said immediately. “Not for anything you’re about to say.” My throat burned. “Lisa was my ex.” I stared at my hands. “She left because I was obsessed. I didn’t know how to stop. I beat up her boyfriend. Put him in the hospital.”

On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results. First, it was my obsession with making more money than I could ever spend. I was obsessed with being the best in the game. But lately, all those obsessions seemed like something so laughable, like a child's play compared to the obsession I'm currently growing towards Iris Paige. It's infuriating, irritating, and fucking unbearable. The harsh reality was that I was completely obsessed with her. Addicted wasn't a strong enough word to even start describing what I feel. I could no longer run away from it like I did when I was twenty-three. I've officially hit rock bottom admitting that I'm full-blown obsessed with

But protection could be stripped away, strength could be broken, and obsessions. Well, obsessions could be redirected. "Soon," I promised the night. "Very soon."

My legs wobble as I stagger off as I sing Justin Bieber and Sean Kingston's Eenie Meenie. The song really tastes bad on my tongue. I've never been good at singing. Even everything, also keeping my mate too. I have been doing everything to make our relationship work and one night he breaks the bond between us and discards me like trash. "Heaven! This is fucking ridiculous!" I laugh out loud like a mad lady and grab my head as the scene flashes on my mind for the hundredth time. Then I sing. Don't leave me out here dancing alone. Can't make up your mind, mind, mind, mind. Not trying to rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind.

Irritated, the manager exited the room, leaving Bryan to contemplate what to do. "What the fuck! What am I supposed to do now? I'm completely screwed!" Bryan exclaimed angrily, slamming his hands against the wall. After pondering on what to do, Bryan decided to sneak out of the hotel without paying the bills. "I have to get away from here, I can't imagine myself locked up again." He murmured, springing up from the bed to the closet. Bryan packed a few of his clothes and tried to escape unnoticed. Bryan swiftly opened the window and peered out of it to make sure no one was watching. He quickly tossed his bag out and squeezed himself out of the window. As he slowly climbed down, he was noticed

A message popped up immediately. "Job's done, Sir," A slow, dangerous satisfaction curled at the edge of my mouth. If Ariana thought disappearing once was enough to escape me....she was wrong. Because this time around, I am going to make sure she feels every bit of it.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

"You don't have to show me this stuff anymore." "You're really over him?" Chloe asked, skeptical. "Yeah," I said, sitting up. "You know, for the last two months, I've felt the obsession just… fading. Like a tide going out, washing it all away." Maybe it was the distance. Maybe it was a side effect of having the bond mark removed. Whatever it was, I felt free. I took a picture of the Santorini sea and posted it with a simple caption: New beginnings. Then I closed the app.