Novel & Cerita Obsession For Someone

He whispered, and I could feel the comfort of my wolf via his touch, tickling my skin. “You are the obsessed one. Sometimes, the thing about being obsessed isn’t about feeling love in an unhealthy way; rather, it’s about feeling hate, and that is both your attraction and your addiction. That description does not fit me. Who exactly is obsessed at this point?” I accidentally let it go, and I could see him gritting his teeth. He must be bothered by the things I say. He let me go, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Is that your victory?” He asks while laughing it off.

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."

I smirked. “You still haven’t figured it out?” “If he is so obsessed, why did he get married to someone else and broke up with me?” “Obsession comes in many ways,his obsession in a bad way,he doesn’t want you to be with anyone but still wants to hurt you and make you see him as the best person for you, in other words that dude is crazy”. She giggled. “Well he is also stupid enough to think I will really choose him over you, I mean you”.

“Why are you relieved? Aren’t you the one trying to kill your brothers all the time?” “That’s the thing, Nes! I want to kill him. He can’t die before I assassinate him. In fact, none of my brothers can die before I kill them or it would ruin everything. I have OCD, you know? Obsessive-Compulsive Desire to be the one who takes them down — no one can outdo me, not even death.” “Hmm. Makes sense,” Nesryn said with a shrug.

Freddie answered. "It means?" "There is like just like. There is something that leads to obsession. There is love that is love. And there is love that is based on obsession. So which like and love do you mean?" Abigail frowned. "Mm... a kind of like where our heart beats faster than usual when we see that person. Then we wish we could keep seeing him. Waiting for his message; who knows when it will come in? Or beating just by getting a greeting from him?"

He didn't receive the love and care of his parents, it was only Emmanuel that stood by him through thick and thin and now she's the only one who has the rights to speak to him anyhow and go scot-free. He walked up to your room and gently placed her on the bed. Richard's bedroom was neat and tidy, every item in its place. His closet was organized by color and style, and his dresser was perfectly aligned with his bedside table. There wasn't a speck of dust to be found, and even the light bulbs were dusted and shining brightly. Richard had always been a bit of a clean freak, but it had intensified as he got older. He felt like he needed everything to be just so, or else his whole world would fa

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

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.

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

"These memories will be painful to take in, but you need to relax and patiently go along with it. In that way, things like what you witnessed today or yesterday will eventually help you get your memories back." "I guess, I should do that." She sighed. "Is there such a person that has a great obsession with a certain thing, that could lead to killing or harming other people even at a young age?" "That's not impossible." Sandra fixed her glasses. "It's because of the background, and how the people around her act that could stir inside someone's head to do something extreme. An obsession? It started with the lack of love that the person receives. Then, when one shows love, the obsessive person