Obsession With Ex Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

“Now? I probably drink until I forget. Or until I hate him enough to stop caring.” “That doesn’t sound healthy.” I let the silence settle between us. The bar’s dim lights painted shadows on the floor, and my buzz was just strong enough to make everything blur at the edges. I leaned forward again, fingers toying with the condensation on my glass. “You ever get so obsessed with someone,” I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.”

“It's not that I don't... really.” He leaned forward. “You are not listening. You should know that I love you too much. It’s not good. It's the same reason why my ex-wife left. I have obsessive behaviors, Julia,” he said in a low, tight voice. “I can be very possessive and controlling, but none of this was my choice. It’s how I do things. You are not ready for someone like me. You still need more time to know me. I know I am asking too much from you, but this is my way to make this work.”

" Before You say anything listens to me. I know you are sad and I know that man was someone from your past." I couldn't say anything. "I am not saying anything. I am not arguing but I can see the pain in your eyes and trust me You are just punishing yourself. That son of a bitch won't be affected by that." "Don't say that about him." "Why?? Do you feel bad about that?? Then why did you pretend to be a happy wife?? Why were you trying to show him that you didn't care that he was married? I know I am a nobody but he deserved that. Trust me I know guys. They can't see their ex with another man and that too with a man more successful than himself."

‘All for revenge’ she reminded herself. The man who was resting his head on the chair felt the chilling air emitting from her and he rose his head and turn to look at her. His face that was well contoured was filled with a frown,his eyes deep as he stared at her hard,his mind wandered to different directions before his eyes suddenly turn black as a calm before the storm smile emerge on his lips. He rested his head again and said slowly "You don't have to be so bothered about your Ex husband!" "I'm not bothered and he's nothing to me now!" West retorted with pouted lips and Lincoln didn't utter a word and just let silence reign over the car.

I rub my face. " Good night sleeping beauty"They speak on the other side of the line, and only with sarcasm is their voice I can know who it is "What do you want, Luis?"I roll my eyes. It is very unbearable. Luis is a friend of Karla's that I met a few months ago. Since then he has had a strange obsession with me, he always calls me, sends me messages and I've even caught him watching you from afar. It's kind of awkward and weird.

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

“Oh no, Aurelia. You’ll listen.” He leaned down until his face was inches from mine. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, the bitterness of obsession that had finally curdled into madness. “Grant, this isn’t right,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m no longer your wife. Why can’t you just move on?” He tilted his head, a sinister smile stretching across his face. “Oh, I’ll move on,” he said, his gaze dark and deliberate as it trailed down to my chest, “right after I have my way.”

Ara was a ball of sunshine before his arrival and now had reduced into a victim. Jenna gripped her drooped shoulder in a tight hold, making her look up into her eyes. "He'll kill you if you wouldn't," Jenna said in a serious tone. Ara's face paled with dread. "He is obsessed with you, Ary. He wouldn't let you go ever. I have seen the way he looks at you. He thinks you belong to him," Jenna said from her own experience. She internally shuddered, remembering her own past. Obsessive men are more destructive than a mad animal. They don't know the limits,"