Obsession With Ex Novels & Stories

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.

Bearable. And I was 32. Not getting any younger. My parents wanted me married. Settled. Responsible. Whatever that means. And frankly, she was the only woman who didn't exhaust me within five minutes. I was used to her presence. Three and a half years of working side by side did that. Having her around 24/7 would only make my work easier. Yes, it was selfish. I know it. But I'm not a saint. Never claimed to be one.

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me. "...I do." No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me. "She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost." A few contestants exchange glances. "And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."

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

Every muscle in my body tensed at the memory. “There wasn’t any love in her voice, no regret not even anger.” I slowly shook my head. “I realized something in that moment that I wasn’t standing in front of the woman I married anymore.” I sighed “Instead it was someone who couldn’t accept being left behind.” “And somehow…” “That frightened me more than anything she’d said before.” My mother’s expression darkened. “I was afraid you’d eventually realize that.” She folded her hands together. “Because obsession is far more dangerous than love.”

I can't risk her hearing about how annoying and wicked her father is. Me: The man made me prepare six coffees today. Tessa: Six??? Is he insane! Or does he have a caffeine addiction. Me: Maybe he has a personality disorder. A message bubble appeared immediately. Tessa: I'm sure your hatred towards him has doubled. Someone understood my pain. I typed back a reply. Me: He complained because I placed coffee on his desk. Tessa: Where did he want it? On the floor? Me: Apparently.

“Try to touch her again, and I’ll bury you in a hole so deep your own ghosts won’t find you.” She smiled sweetly. “So protective.” I stood up. “This was a mistake.” She grabbed my wrist, nails digging into my skin. “You started this,” she hissed. “Don’t forget who you called in the middle of the night when you thought you were dying inside. Needed someone to take the edge off. Don’t pretend that didn’t happen.” I yanked my hand free. “It was five minutes, Vanessa. You spun it into a fantasy.” “And you turned her into an obsession,” she snapped. “I won’t let her ruin you.”

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

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 interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when