Obsession Women Novels & Stories

“You’re obsessed with her. Every decision you make is dictated by her. I just want all this to end so I can finally have your attention.” I nodded slowly, as if her words confirmed what I already knew. “It’s always the same with you women, isn’t it?” Rebecca frowned. “Excuse me?” “Women,” I said evenly. “It’s all about attention. You don’t see what’s right in front of you. You don’t think beyond your emotions. It’s… stupid.” Her throat tightened as she swallowed. “Are you insulting me because I want your attention?” I gently set down the glass. “No. I’m insulting you because you’re blind.”

I changed the flowing shower to cold water and let it wash the hotness off my body. Moments later, I was back in the room, dressed and ready to sleep for the night. But every time I closed my eyes, she was all I could see. Every single thing kept reminding me of her. I took different positions, changed my posture countless times, but Caelia still didn’t stop running through my mind. It was like she was a leech that couldn’t be removed. There was no denying it anymore; I was fucking obsessed with her! Good or bad type of obsession? I didn’t know which one, but all I knew was that I wanted her so badly. The obsession kept growing when I tried to stay away from her. The thoughts of her just wou

Isadora redresses, leaves their dorm room and heads out of the dorm building and over to the orientation building and into the doctor's offices. Isadora walked up to the nurses' station and wasn’t surprised by the attitude of the Beta female nurse sitting behind the counter as she spat. ‘Omega… What a surprise… Got yourself into trouble already… Here for an abortion… You should be at the Breeding Centre, where all worthless Omegas belong…’ Unfortunately, this is what most thought of Omegas, just because they could conceive easily, even outside their heats and with any male, unlike the higher ranks that have to wait for their heats and conceive easier if they are with their fated mate.

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

If she hadn’t beaten me up in her obsession with my boss, I could have almost forgiven her. On the surface, one would say she was madly in love. But she wasn’t. She was just mad—literally mad. And her mental illness found, as its focus of obsession, Gian. I wouldn’t be surprised. There were a lot of beautiful and accomplished women who wanted him. But none of them was remotely as ill as Charis. There was something about Gian, not just the obvious reasons or his supposed prowess in bed that Charis was fixated on. Something else.

Dad then spoke. "I couldn't believe you did this Abhi. I mean Rashmi? You always told me that she is your best friend." " Dad please you know she is creating a scene. She never liked her being so close to me. She just got a chance and and she spoiled my friendship and I am shocked that you believed her." "No I don't but I can understand. She is possessive and women are like that. They can't see their man getting close to anyone. Its their nature. I told you to deal her carefully."

"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

“Do you feel that? Like someone is out there.” He followed my gaze but the cliffs looked empty. “I do not see anything. But I feel it too. The messages have stopped for now but something is still out there. Someone is still watching.” I leaned back into him, holding his hand tightly. “We will face it when it comes. Together. No matter who it is. No matter what new shadow appears. We have survived too much to let fear win now.” John kissed me softly. “Together. Always.” As we sat there under the stars with the ocean singing its eternal song, I realized the truth. Our love had survived hell. It had given us a beautiful daughter and brought our family back together. But the obsession it created

"The woman I met at your wedding — you remember what she was like? The way she looked at you?" I said nothing. "She looked at you like you were the answer to something," Jason said. "And you were too busy being David Cole to notice." He leaned back. "Don't make that mistake again." I turned my cup in my hands. "There was a woman," I said. "The one who framed you. Tell me about her." He looked at the window. His face changed.

One of the women said. "Yeah, we know people like you that are only being intimate with the boss just so you could acquire some fame and wealth. You disgust me." The woman snapped at me, furrowing her brows. "She just thinks that she can come and take the boss from us. Why would he go for you worthless crappy when they are adorable damsels and angels like us here?" The pink-haired woman puffed her chest and swung her tossed hair. "I don't think you all are okay. I don't even know anything about you guys at all." I said with a quivering voice. It felt so gruesome to be reminded of who I actually was but I wasn't the scammer that they were imposing me as.