Obsession For A Person Novels & Stories

In a Hotel called the 'D Romance', a man who was around his 30's stood inside one of the rooms as he placed his two hands inside his pockets in anxiety. His face was filled with worries. He couldn't take it any more. He just needed satisfaction. It was obvious in his eyes that if she disappointed him, that would hurt him so badly. He could feel and see his cock get harder and bigger. He needed to ease himself! His Little monster was starving and it needed some food.

For them, visiting Jenny wasn’t an act of kindness. It was an opportunity to gloat.

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

Of course, it would not be a problem for him, to browse each page of the Internet to find out everything that happens in the world. This is to his credit, he found them but thanks to my good eye and my thorough investigation we are here. I am good looking for what benefits me the most but everything requires a prior evaluation to be accepted. I take what I want very seriously, a psychiatrist would say that I am obsessed with getting what I am infatuated with. But I'm not infatuated, I just want to build my own army to defend myself. Anyone would do it and it wouldn't be an obsession, it's just thinking about the future.

It’s just a small wedding and the only people that will be there is my parents and Tristian family. I want to see him before the wedding and I also miss him so badly. I have never miss anyone in my life. He’s the first and that makes the obsession I have towards him deadly. I know that obsessions are not healthy, but with Tristian, it’s more than that. What I feel for him is more than unhealthy.

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

Obsession “Good evening, darling. Did you miss me?” Gabriel said as he gazed through the window at the empire he had ruled with an iron fist for many years. The young woman bit her lip hard and glared at his back with hatred. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” she whispered, unwilling to prolong the conversation with him or bring back the painful memories. Gabriel hummed before saying, “Oh, you mean your little temple? Yes. I’m the reason it was destroyed.”

Third person Jeremy was seated by the side of Lenas bed holding her hand in his, he had refused to take his eyes off of her the entire time. “Are you sure there is nothing that can be done??” Black asked the specialist. He stared at the state of his son,he understood exactly what he felt as he had been in such a state before, he had almost lost his mind but there was Jeremy who was standing strong for the love of his life waiting for her. “All the tests prove she is healthy, nothing seems to be wrong with her,I have even consulted Magic but instead it rebounded as you can see I might be caused” the specialist explained.

Bearable. And I was 32. Not getting any younger. My parents wanted me married. Settled. Responsible. Whatever that means. And frankly, she was the only woman who didn't exhaust me within five minutes. I was used to her presence. Three and a half years of working side by side did that. Having her around 24/7 would only make my work easier. Yes, it was selfish. I know it. But I'm not a saint. Never claimed to be one.