Obsession With Someone Novels & Stories

I asked, frustration laced in my voice. “I guess you don’t know what obsession means, do you?” Maverick asked, leaning down to my level. “Princess, when you’re obsessed, no one else matters, except that one person. I can’t get you out of my fucking head and you think I will leave you alone?” “Yes. You can, Maverick.” I nodded, trying to convince him, despite knowing he wasn’t convinced and won’t be. “You live rent-free in my head, Kaida. I can’t fucking get over you, not now that I already got a taste of you.”

The man who spent fifty percent of his time making billions and the other fifty percent trying to wipe the Vale family off the corporate map. He was Marcus’s absolute worst nightmare. And right now, he was looking at me like I was a very interesting specimen under a microscope. "You look pathetic, Sophia," Dominic said. His voice was smooth, cold, and way too calm for a man staring at a drowned rat. "Thanks, Dominic. I really needed the ego boost," I snapped. My pride was the only thing I had left, and I was clinging to it tight. He leaned back into the leather upholstery, his dark eyes tracking the way I was shaking.

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

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.

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

“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."