Novel & Cerita Obsession With Someone

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

"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.

" I asked again. "What do they say? " he brought his face a bit closer to mine and gave me a pretty smile and asked. I was wondering if I should ask him something like this or not. " Do you wish it not to be a girl ? " I asked awkwardly. I didn't know if it was appropriate to ask him something like that but I did anyway. I wasn't thinking much while asking. He laughed a bit and looked up at the sky again. "Who knows! I just never found anyone for whom I could be obsessed," he replied.

"But she was also... obsessive. When she set her eyes on something, or someone, she wouldn't stop until she got it. She became obsessed with Lucas in an unhealthy way. Adrian leaned forward, every word weighing on him. He frowned, "Obsessed?"

I just ruined my good vibe remembering her, "She completely fucked up the one good thing I had going on in my life... her." "There we go again," Angel groans, "She wasn't even a good girlfriend, dude. Get over her already." I can't. I'm damaged mentally in a lot of ways. One of them is being obsessive over people. It sucks a lot. Sometimes I can manage it... but sometimes I can't. My therapist says I over-fixate on people since everyone I love usually dies a terrible death so I just hold on to anyone with everything I have. And that makes me the most annoying boyfriend, according to my exes. I'm SO FUCKING annoying, they have to go on solo trips to find themselves and fuck other guys.

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

" I just want to know what to do to keep her out of my thoughts, I can't seem to focus fully on anything since the second time we met." "There is nothing special about her but I just can't keep my mind off her and I don't know why. I need to know how to keep this woman I barely know out of my thoughts or I might not be able to control myself anymore" He poured out his worries to his best friend and only confidant. "When was the first time you saw her?" Gregg asked as he switched to his professional tone. That is one of the reasons he is one of the best physiologists in the country, he can relate to people irrespective of the age or personal relation between them.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

I hung up and stared at the city through the window. Dominic was going to say I was making it personal. He was going to be right. I had stopped being objective somewhere between the kitchen last night and the moment Marcus's hand closed around her wrist and I felt something in my chest go very quiet and very cold. I didn't do personal. I had twenty seven years of evidence supporting that. And yet. My office door opened without a knock. Dominic walked in and sat on my couch and looked at me with the expression he used when he already knew the answer to what he was about to ask.

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him