Obsession Novels & Stories

What do you think. Hope smiled a little through her tears. With a princess flag on top. Yes with the biggest princess flag he promised. Now close your eyes sweetheart. We are right here. We stayed with her for over an hour talking softly about happy things. Beach days and ice cream and the new baby brother coming soon. Slowly her breathing evened out and she fell back asleep between us. I looked across at John in the dim light. This is not just nightmares John I whispered. Someone is putting these ideas in her head. The obsession is reaching for the next generation. We cannot ignore it anymore.

Lily's POV An alarm that shrieked at 6:00 a.m. like it had a personal vendetta against her peace. A five-minute internal argument about quitting life and becoming a houseplant. A cold shower that attacked her like it had been waiting all night to do exactly that. And finally the ritual. A silent, desperate plea to the universe. Please. Not a bad mood today. Not even a good one. Just… neutral. Neutral is fine. Neutral I can work with.

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

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.

my mother's voice echoed and I jolted, nodding my head at her. “It's new place syndrome, Ella. Don't worry you'll soon get used to it. He's a very nice person. You're going to enjoy him.” she muttered and I nodded while smiling genuinely at her. She was my mother, and I always wanted her to be happy and full of life. Except she used the wrong word about her husband. I didn't know any other way to enjoy men except to get f*cked and licked by them—both the hot older men and young ones. Hence it was best not to want to enjoy her husband at all.

Ethan’s hands twitched on his thighs but he didn’t stop her. She moved through them fast.delete, delete, delete. until the folder emptied. Then she opened his account. The newest post was still live. She handed him the phone. “Take it down. All of them.” He hesitated for maybe five seconds, then started removing posts. Each time the confirmation screen popped up he tapped yes without argument. When the last one vanished he set the phone on the comforter and looked up at her. “I got jealous,” he said. “Every time some guy stared too long I wanted to show them what they couldn’t have. Then it stopped being about them and started being about the numbers. I got greedy.”

she caressed her body with her hands as she demonstrated her feelings. Fatima and Fellicia sat and watched Stella display her foolishness without saying a word to her as she kept talking. "It's been a while now. I can't wait to suck his schlong. I really miss his schlong. The vein in his schlong always makes me go crazy especially whenever it rises up and goes down when I strip in front of me makes me go crazy. Ah! I just can't wait to give him that one Exercise that he would never forget after receiving it from me. I just love his schlong. Oh i just…"

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.”

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.

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."