Obsession Word Novels & Stories

"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.

... Entering into the bathroom, Verin angrily shut the door. He walked to a walldrope just beside his gigantic bathtub and looked at the mirror that hung on the door of the walldrope. It was a very big mirror and a wide walldrope as well. He rested his hands on the wall as he continued to stare at his reflection in pure exasperation. What was happening to him? Why is he feeling like these? He wanted to taste her and entertain himself with her and now, he was feeling angry for some reason. He knew he was aroused but he didn't understand why his body rejected her. Rather than feeling even more in the mood to do however he wants on her, he felt angry and his body acted in a way that confused hi

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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.

in my ear, imagining his fingers instead of mine, his mouth devouring every sound I tried to swallow. The office, the papers, the risk—all of it faded away until there was nothing but him, everywhere, consuming me. And when I finally climaxed, biting my lip hard to keep me from crying out his name, I knew I was lost. This wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t a harmless attraction. It was an obsession. And it was only getting stronger by the minutes.

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

“What exactly did she say to you?” I hesitated, then told him everything. The way she said she had loved him first.The way she said she had waited.The way she said I was in the way of something that was supposed to be hers. And when I finished, Kael was already shaking his head. “That’s not love,” he said flatly. I blinked. “What is it then?” His eyes met mine. “Obsession.” That word lingered in the air between us. I looked down at my hands.

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.