Obsession With Ex Novels & Stories

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

"Killian, listen to yourself. This isn't love. It’s an obsession. A clinical, dangerous fixation. You’ve been down this road before. It’s going to start affecting everything around you. Your business, your reputation, your sanity." "This time is different," I growled. "This time, I have it under control. I’m not going to let every other thing suffer because of my fixation on her. I can balance it. I can be the CEO, I can be the father, and I can be the man she needs." Caleb didn't argue. He knew that when I spoke like this, the obsession had already won. He picked up his glass, staring at the amber liquid for a long moment, then gulped the entire contents in one go.

I said to them. “So you mean, you are going to give up on her?” Mason asked me. “No… I never give up” I said and took a pause before adding, “The problem is… That I am obsessed with her… And when I am obsessed with something…” “You get that thing no matter what” Dylan completed for me.

Why was I not able to bring myself to hit him ! It's like I wanted to know about Martina so that I can make her love me more. No, I don't only love me , I want her to become obsessed with me. ' Is it okay to hear from her ex husband about her sexual desires?' That moment my wolf roared angrily at me. For a second I realised what I was really thinking was sin. The love was long gone for me when she married my brother. What's left was my obsession for her. The obsession for making her moan while I kiss her noble body. The desire to hear her moans when I enter inside. It was all so annoying yet intimidating. I used to masturbate all night longing for Martina.

“I think sometimes people don’t realize how deep they’ve fallen into it. It starts small—checking their social media, driving by their house ‘just to see.’ But over time…” He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of experience. “It can escalate. The person might start following them or showing up unannounced, thinking they’re being romantic or that it’s a sign of how much they care. But that’s the thing about obsession—it warps your perception. What you think is love or concern might actually be… something darker.”

Putting my head into my hands, I let out a breath. What the hell is wrong with him? What the fuck was running into his head when he did all these things? He couldn't just let his possessiveness ruin someone's career, for God's sake! That freaking prick! "Now you know why I keep telling you that he's not the right person for you? You're an obsession for him, Em. He wanted to get you at any cost. And he did. But trust me, Em, obsession doesn't stay for long. Once he gets bored with you, he'll toss you around like you're nothing."

Joey retorted playfully. Zachary looked at Monica. "Grandma, who else does she like?" "How would I know? She's just being stubborn." Monica chuckled. Joey sighed deeply and said, "I need to work. What are you two planning to do?" "You're always buried in work. Be careful that someone might steal Zachary away," Monica mumbled. "That won't happen. My eyes and heart are only for my ex-wife," Zachary replied earnestly. As they were bantering, Joey's phone suddenly rang.

“Says the man who once made his ex dye her hair because he couldn’t stand brunettes.” “That’s not what happened.” I tried to defend myself. “Sure it isn’t,” he said with a grin. “You’re lucky the tabloids haven’t picked up on your little obsession yet.” I scoffed as he left my office, probably going to flirt with Mara himself. Obsession. That wasn’t the right word. It sounded a bit dirty and creepy. I wasn’t obsessed. I was… focused. And it was time I made my move. . . . .

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

another man's arms. The days go by, and he continues to observe her through the security camera, I would like that, like when I first arrived at the company, she would make the slightest mistake, but now she does her job perfectly, she has no reason to attract his attention, He only dedicates himself to observing her through the monitor on his screen. One day he feels that he must follow her and provoke an apparently "chance" encounter, he could not bear the mere idea of ​​having her close and not being able to touch her, not being able to caress her, not being able to make her his, his obsession and his desire for her, were a feeling that with the passing of the days didn't even let him fal