Obsession Novels & Stories

"I know how guys think and those three were just too suggestive. I don't want anyone saying this was some sort of orgy or something." Satisfied with the day's work, the group went to get dressed for the trip back to Sparta. Meanwhile, in a rented house a few miles away from the house with the pool, six men gathered around an old wooden table. "We have almost all of the pieces in place. Soon you will change the course of history. We have only to select a target and determine the best day to strike. These Americans are lazy and soft. We shall have no obstacles in attaining our goals. You will be famous for all time, My Brothers." "Fame is not my goal," replied a large man with a swarthy beard

... Entering into the bathroom, Verin angrily shut the door. He walked to a walldrope just beside his gigantic bathtub and looked at the mirror that hung on the door of the walldrope. It was a very big mirror and a wide walldrope as well. He rested his hands on the wall as he continued to stare at his reflection in pure exasperation. What was happening to him? Why is he feeling like these? He wanted to taste her and entertain himself with her and now, he was feeling angry for some reason. He knew he was aroused but he didn't understand why his body rejected her. Rather than feeling even more in the mood to do however he wants on her, he felt angry and his body acted in a way that confused hi

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not int

She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her. Cassie stared at the folder with a scowl, but her face beamed at the comments. She held her phone and deleted the data right in my face. “Poppy, save your idiot’s guide to yourself. It’s not for me. “Watch and learn. I’ll have Camden under my spell. He’ll be smitten with me, even if all I do is talk about SpongeBob SquarePants.” Not the least bit upset, I smiled brightly. “Good luck to you.

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

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.

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.

"I….want to pay you back for that rudeness, milady." His touch is like vice and his sexiness cloud my senses like doom. I can feel him beneath me as he pushes my waist into his body. I can't fight his dominance and all I do is bask in his possessiveness.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back a