Obsession With Yourself Novels & Stories

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

She grabbed her small purse and headed toward the door. Behind her, Amy’s smile melted into bitterness. She hated—hated—that Jenny looked more beautiful than her even now, with all the expensive makeup and hours she spent getting ready. Jealousy burned inside her. “Your life will crumble soon enough,” Amy whispered under her breath. “Let’s see how long you last with a monster.” Amy breezed past her family, waved goodbye, and drove off without a second glance. Jenny, Robert, and Emma entered their car moments later.

"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.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

Nikolai left, and it was left with Hugo and me. I walked closer to him and flicked his forehead. He hissed at me and massaged the spot. “Why do you look so distracted? Are you watching p**n on your phone or what?” “Why would I watch it when I can create it?” I gave him a tired look. “After that, you call me arrogant.” “The point of watching that shit is to get hard, right? I mean, why would I watch it when I can—” “Enough, I heard you the first time.”

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

And what had I done? Dragged half-naked women into my study like some jealous fucking idiot trying to prove a point. My chest tightened violently. This wasn’t strategy anymore, it wasn’t control, and it wasn’t even about the bond now. This was obsession. Ugly, possessive, desperate obsession, and for the first time since all of this started, I couldn’t lie to myself about it anymore.

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.

This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.