Obsession With Yourself Novels & Stories

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..."

The beautiful and the ugly parts. How did he do it so easily? He must be sipping a high dose of obsession.... with himself. He paused. Then, somehow reading my thoughts, he added with a smirk, “You think I’m a sick, narcissistic bastard.” But isn’t that what he was? “Isn’t that what this is? An excessive obsession with yourself.” There was a bit of anger in my tone and I couldn’t help it. Who the hell has mirrors in half the square meter of their room? Who builds a shrine to their own reflection?

Joey interrupted him and spoke calmly. "I can't watch you being mistreated…" Kenneth lowered his gaze. He wore a defeated look on his face and exuded an air of helplessness from head to toe. "Do you care about their verbal insults toward me? Thugs always enjoy saying things to shame women and suppress their self-esteem. "If I felt ashamed, then they would have succeeded. But I haven't done anything, so why should I feel ashamed? Why should I be the one to suffer?" Joey said gently to Kenneth.

“Don’t you want that, Nicole? I’ll be honest; that was the best sex I’ve ever had. You’re exquisite, Nicole. A fucking masterpiece. I’ve imagined doing everything to you and watching you fall apart underneath me. Or on top. Anywhere you want. Don’t you want me to make love to you anytime you want me to? No strings attached. I wouldn’t even question why. You’d only have to tell me where, and I’ll drop everything and come.” Nicole’s eyes widened at that. Was he revealing too much? But she hadn’t turned away in disgust, and the heat in her eyes intensified. Laying it all out in the open was the best way to go. “So what will be in it for you?” she asked. “I get to have all of that, too. Anytime.

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."

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

I’ve got to bulldoze my way into the NFL; I just have to figure out how. I think about the quotes I have taped up on my bathroom mirror. Push yourself because no one else is going to do it. You are responsible for your success. You is all you have. And fuck, that last one crawls around inside me and sticks.

"Don't! Don't make noises, and Don't panic,'' I warned them. We stood back to back in an attacking position. I was the oldest one here. All three of us were omegas. And I couldn't even shift properly. I wasn't even sure if I could use the pack link or not. " June, Cathy, try to use the pack link and ask for help." "I'm trying already. Seems like we are not in the range anymore," Cathy said. June was already terrified. She was almost trembling. Cathy was on the verge of crying as well. "We can't make it like this," I told them. "You two need to listen and calm down." But nothing was helping. They were getting more and more panicked. The appearances were becoming visible quickly.