Obsession For Someone Mga Nobela at Kwento

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.

VEGAS POV white hair, Gold eyes, I have never seen eyes like that, is like I could finally look at the sun, if I believe in superstition things, I will say he look like God, I feel some kind of energy for him.. that is Soo..pure?. ha! why am I thinking about that weirdo, coming to save a chain person without a key, what a joke.

We should clearly know the difference between possessive and obsessive for this. Possessiveness is a good thing in a relationship up to a certain extent, when it goes beyond that it's just obsession. Possessiveness is showing your partner that she's yours and even jealousy is fine, it's normal. But understanding that you can't force her to do things because of that jealousy unless she wants to.. Obsession is wanting your partner to spend almost all their free time with you and getting jealous or angry if they hang out with their friends and leave you out.

Daniel walked into the room and he couldn't figure out what was going on with him. He couldn't put his finger on it and it frustrated him. He paced the room, feeling restless and agitated. In a fit of anger, he slammed his hand on the expensive glass table and made his way to the mirror. He stared at his reflection, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. "This is not like me. What is happening? I don't understand." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself.

"Gwen, I've never seen you act this way before," began Paula. "You're becoming obsessed with this actor. He's just a man, not some kind of superhero. He's not even that good an actor. Why are you being so sophomoric?" "He's a very good actor!" asserted Gwen. "He's been in dozens of TV shows and movies. He's handsome, buff, famous, and talented. I can't wait to meet him and show him around town. People are going to be so jealous!"

“Don’t you want that, Nicole? I’ll be honest; that was the best sex I’ve ever had. You’re exquisite, Nicole. A fucking masterpiece. I’ve imagined doing everything to you and watching you fall apart underneath me. Or on top. Anywhere you want. Don’t you want me to make love to you anytime you want me to? No strings attached. I wouldn’t even question why. You’d only have to tell me where, and I’ll drop everything and come.” Nicole’s eyes widened at that. Was he revealing too much? But she hadn’t turned away in disgust, and the heat in her eyes intensified. Laying it all out in the open was the best way to go. “So what will be in it for you?” she asked. “I get to have all of that, too. Anytime.

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

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.

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”