Novel & Cerita Obsession For Someone

I said. “Yeah well now I’m pissed because why have you not eaten. I’m very sure that twat Ife is responsible for this. I’m sorry baby..” he said and put his hand on my face. I almost flinched away but man, I was trying very hard to be very careful with this man. He was going to snap if I did anything stupid. In his eyes I could see someone who was deranged. His mind was broken at this point. He was troubled. This frantic pursuit of me was not because he loved me but it was much deeper than that. He was obsessed. And obsession could make people do crazy things that they in their right mind would not normally do.

he replies. “Obsessed how?” I inquire. I had thought I was doing a good job of not showing obsessive behavior when it came to Ava. “You haven’t shown interest in anything that doesn’t involve her. You are actively being hunted by one of the city's largest crime bosses and you’re treating him like a peeping tom. She’s become the only reason you go to bed at night and get up every morning. In my line of work, we call that obsessive,” he concludes with a nod.

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.

• Love has space, obsession is only centered on one axis. "When a person is controlled by his desires, it's really more of an obsession," says Sassoon. That means, they will forget their previous life and turn to focus on you. Basically, you will be the center of their universe. But as Sassoon said, this wasn't healthy, nor was it love. "It's an obsession," he said. "If someone thinks about your every move, separates your words and actions, and constantly analyzes everything, this is neither normal nor healthy." In a healthy dynamic, you and your partner will be safe enough to dream on your own and get back together without any problems at all.

I continue. "I don’t know," he responds after a long pause. "I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately, but every time I look at you, I want to monopolize you. The thought of you being with another man drives me crazy. You’re on my mind all the damn time, even if I don’t want you there, and when I tell myself I’ll just forget you, I can’t. What the hell would you even call this? Obsession? Infatuation? Would it be like? It’s all new to me."

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a

The man who spent fifty percent of his time making billions and the other fifty percent trying to wipe the Vale family off the corporate map. He was Marcus’s absolute worst nightmare. And right now, he was looking at me like I was a very interesting specimen under a microscope. "You look pathetic, Sophia," Dominic said. His voice was smooth, cold, and way too calm for a man staring at a drowned rat. "Thanks, Dominic. I really needed the ego boost," I snapped. My pride was the only thing I had left, and I was clinging to it tight. He leaned back into the leather upholstery, his dark eyes tracking the way I was shaking.

He sim- ply existed—a solid, silent presence that commanded attention whether you wanted it to or not. There was a gravity to him, a quiet intensity that set him apart from the rest, like a storm brewing on the horizon. "Rough night?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air between them, pitched just low enough that only she could hear. It was a sound that resonated deep within her, stirring something primal CHAOTIC OBSESSION | 3 and untamed. Alli's mouth quirked in a wry smirk. "Not really. Just slow." She hoped her voice

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."