Obsession With Someone Novels & Stories

It’s just a small wedding and the only people that will be there is my parents and Tristian family. I want to see him before the wedding and I also miss him so badly. I have never miss anyone in my life. He’s the first and that makes the obsession I have towards him deadly. I know that obsessions are not healthy, but with Tristian, it’s more than that. What I feel for him is more than unhealthy.

“She was too eager. Too prepared. Almost… relieved.” He paused. “And Jenny herself — she looked completely unaware. Like someone who didn’t choose this marriage… but someone who was pushed into it.” Richard leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the desk lightly. A slow, calculated expression formed on his face. “Interesting,” he murmured. The atmosphere thickened. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. “Continue,” he commanded.

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

Lincoln said nonchalantly but within him,he had series of plans for that bastard who harassed his little Wife. He couldn't be anything worst but when possessiveness has been added to the topic,yeah.... He was possessive of anything that belongs to him,even the things he cared less about,he wouldn't want any other person to temper with it. Not under his watch. West turn to head to her room when she suddenly remembered and turn to look at Lincoln again. "Lin..." Lincoln who was about to leave,turn to look at her with a questioning gaze,his lips tinted up in a smile that was of mischief.

All the times that I had tried to save her from herself and getting into problems seemed like I was trying to control her life and when I asked myself the same question I found no answer. Why? Why was I so obsessed with another person's life to the point where I neglected my own and focused on hers? If she was asking me those questions she was really right to do so and I wouldn't even lie and pretend like I didn't know why I was doing that.. "So, what should I do when he tries to talk to me? Am I supposed to send him away or something? He said that if he was actively attracted to me he would have made a move and I don't think that is the case for both of us..."

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

“Because I don’t want her anywhere near a man who drugged and attacked me!” “If that’s true, if you’re really that afraid of him, why do you keep asking about him? About where he is, what he’s doing, if Maya’s heard from him.” I watch her face carefully. “That’s not the behavior of someone who’s traumatized. That’s the behavior of someone who’s obsessed.” Sophie’s jaw clenches. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t I? I know obsession when I see it. I know manipulation.” I step closer. “I know what it looks like when someone wants something they can’t have and will destroy everything to get it.”

He looked so professional, so calm, which only made the secret thrumming inside me feel more illicit. “Ria, you aren’t a psychopath,” he said gently. “It’s actually quite normal to want to be near someone you like, or to keep tabs on them. However, it becomes an issue when it turns into a defining character trait for you. When you become truly obsessive with the following... that's different. You have to remember that sometimes, a person just needs their privacy.”

Damn, I didn't ask to play! I am stashed behind the kitchen curtains, and I watch the show, and I like what I see. A beautiful woman that beauty has not left by the side of the road. She is wearing a yellow dress. Excess of coquetry? Need to be seen and admired over and over again? It seems like it is working just fine. I see her. She reminds me of femininity, and chills run through down my spine without being able to refrain them. They go too fast for me, just like my thoughts. I find it hard to focus on anything other than this woman. I do not know her. She doesn't see me from the top of the third floor, and yet I spy on her like a teenager would observe a classmate from the corner of his