Obsession Reviews Novels & Stories

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 mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

I wasn't about to let some board member's careless door add another one. I grabbed my bag and headed toward the elevators. And then I saw it. Ethan's BMW. Parked in his usual spot glossy, black, polished so aggressively you could see your own reflection in the hood. The kind of car that made other cars feel insecure about themselves. I almost walked past it. Almost. Something made me slow down. On the windshield. I squinted. Was that…? Pigeon poop. Fresh. Wet. Generously distributed across the center of the glass like some kind of modern art installation. Shining under the parking lights like a badge of honor.

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.

He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me. ​"A good choice," he agreed, his voice dropping to a low purr. "Obsession is a fascinating thing, isn't it? It can drive a man mad, or it can make him feel utterly alive." He closed the distance between us just enough that I could smell the faint scent of his masculine body scent with his usual intense cologne. "And once a man is obsessed, he rarely lets go of the object of his desire, no matter the consequences." ​My breath caught in my throat because I knew he wasn't talking about Heathcliff.

He would've laughed if he wasn't thinking of spreading those thighs apart and burying himself between them. “I'm just wondering why you acted like I was invading your privacy when I asked to come here,” Gabriella retorted, puffing her chest out in defiance. “You are invading my privacy.” Gabriella intruded on a lot more than his privacy. Every time he's had her in his house, he'd been so tempted to keep her there and satisfy his obsession. But he knew his hunger for her was insatiable. Keeping her safe would not be enough, he'd want to possess her, in every sense of the word.

he added and Eden gritted his teeth in frustration Jessica stepped out of the car with excitement. "Thanks a lot guys, I'm grateful. Um, how much does your service cost?" She asked as she looked at Roy "Oh.. no.. it's for free," he said with a smile as he continued to stare at Jessica "Now run along!" Eden ordered him immediately He smiled and walked back slowly to his car while still staring at his boss and Jessica "And why is he staring at us like that?" Jessica asked as she stood beside him "I don't know, he's just a clown. Come on, you can move your things" he said to her

If his cousins could see him now, they’d probably be laughing at him for being so weak. Colton didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling. It was like he was on drugs and he felt the withdrawal of not being with her. Being with her made him feel alive like nothing else ever could. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her. One could even say that he was obsessed.

… When Joey hurried to the company early in the morning, she noticed Stacy kept glancing at her with a mischievous smile. "If you have nothing to do in the morning, give me a few more designs. We need to produce over 100 designs for our clients in three days," Joey said without looking up. Stacy's gaze was too enthusiastic. Even when Joey was immersed in drawing, she could still feel herself being watched intently. "Ms. Linton, didn't you check the online news? Do you know what netizens are talking about you and Mr. Gray?" Stacy asked excitedly. Joey's heart skipped a beat. She quickly asked, "There's not another scandal about him and me, is there?"

The straw finally snapped between my fingers on the forty-third twist. There's a name for what I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Why I didn't tell Nico I have OCD I'll never know. Maybe it's because I'm keenly aware of how crazy I am. My main obsession is numbers. I count everything, how many twists it takes to break a straw or how many steps I take to and from class. My compulsion is having to touch things seven times to make everything all right. The anxiety on top of OCD was just a perk. "Oh my God, you've never been to a football game?" she asked incredulously. "That's a sacrilege at this school."