Obsession With Someone Novels & Stories

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in

"First off, I am married. Secondly, what I do with Ethan is none of your business." He walked up to me. His nose brushed mine. My heart skipped. "Every day, my attraction towards you gets deeper. It's safe to say I am obsessed with you, Lydia." My heart pounded. I moved away. "David, please leave. We are done, and there is nothing I can do about it. My heart belongs to someone else." I looked away, even though my heart said something else. I wasn't ready to break my walls for a man who betrayed years of my commitment to him. I was done.

“Nice. You look pale.” I don’t glance at her, keeping my eyes carefully focused on a point on the bar behind her. “I’m fine,” I say, but the truth is, I haven’t gone a day without thinking about Noah. I just.... I don't understand why my brain is so obsessed with him. He's never uttered a nice word to me. Anger flares, building and growing. Remembering what a girl said to me whenever she caught me staring at him the first day of sophmore year.

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

I continue. "I don’t know," he responds after a long pause. "I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately, but every time I look at you, I want to monopolize you. The thought of you being with another man drives me crazy. You’re on my mind all the damn time, even if I don’t want you there, and when I tell myself I’ll just forget you, I can’t. What the hell would you even call this? Obsession? Infatuation? Would it be like? It’s all new to me."

“I thought you liked me just like I am dyeing for you. You’ve rejected four dates with me” “What else do you want me to do? I even bought flowers” he growled. “I don’t love people Max” she whispered. “What do you mean by that?” Max asked after a pause. “This is stuff about me. I don’t really know a lot about it but I think I’m kind of allergic to love and that is why I have been rejecting all your date requests” she explained and Max chuckled. “Allergic to love? Is that really a thing or just a way to scare me away like ‘Get out of my life freak, you don’t suit me’ line?” he scoffed again.

I want to see him and have him hug me, but my pride is telling me to stay away. I shake my head a little to push back my thoughts about my mate. Anytime I even think of his name I begin to obsess about him. Where is he? What is he doing? Is he okay? It's baffling me. I have never felt this possessive or obsessive over someone. Nathan was my best friend and lover, but I could go hours without wondering what he was up to.

Other women begged for even five minutes with him and here she acts like she's disgusted with his presence. He knew, girls always drool over him, and wished and prayed for his attention but it never got to him they way it bugged him now. Nayla doesn't act like she was mesmerized by him, and it rile him up. He recalls that night he had tried to entertain himself with her. He only saw hatred and fear towards him in her eyes. He didn't normally care when he was with other women. They probably enjoyed having him. Sometimes, when he's around them, they would always seduce him. But Nayla never even tried once.

t and likely kill Johnny himself, not Layla, with her gossipy nature and sharp eyes, not the old men with their rambling stories and leering eyes that seemed to miss noth- ing. It was their secret, a dangerous, intoxicating !re that they fed in stolen mo- ments and couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how much trouble it promised, no matter how many warnings they gave themselves. Tonight, it felt even more dangerous than usual, the air thick with unspoken longing, heavy with the weight of their shared secret. She could feel it thrum- ming in her veins, a restless energy that made her hands tremble slightly as she wiped down the bar,

He draws out, smacking his lips loudly as he runs his other hand through his unpacked hair. He pins me harder to the wall and I grunt, trying to push him off but his grip on me is too strong. He holds me tight in place. “I easily forget the people I have sex with, why is your fucking case different?” He bites out, frustration written on his face and I totally agree with him on that. I lose it whenever Nikolai is around, I don't get control of myself. I lose it. I want him. So badly, more than I can ever imagine.