Obsessive Attachment Novels & Stories

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

"I don't know what you've heard about me, Steve, but I'm not going to have sex with you, if that's what you're after. I guess all males are, and you're certainly all male. Now for the weird part. I won't have sex with you, but I won't be with you if you're having sex, or any type of intimate relationship, with some other girl, or woman. I know that sounds crazy, or selfish, but that's how I feel. I'd rather not have a boyfriend than feel pressured to do something that I'm not ready for, or don't want. I have long range plans and I'm not going to do something stupid and screw them up. Now that you know all of that about me, maybe you'll want to find somebody else. I'll understand."

"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

he spoke, calling her attention" I feel observed. It's like someone is watching me from afar. It's a strange feeling. My friend frowns and turns in her chair to look around the place. "Are you sure?"She turns her attention to me and then looks around for signs of something. "I think you're a little paranoid."I don't see anyone. "I know you're beautiful and you attract a lot of attention, but I don't think someone is watching you. We both laugh. Maybe yes, I'm just paranoid " You're right" I sigh "I'm somewhat paranoid, but nothing to worry about.

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.

Or focus my gaze on your bright eyes and forget about the world. My idea to try to forget all this and leave it in the past was to sink even deeper into work. This will cause me a future problem, I'm feeling it, but I can't escape it. It has become a vicious cycle. I think about her, I work more. I see her, I work more. Furthermore, I smell you, I work harder. There is no human being in the world who can handle huge doses of stress in a row and doesn't freak out.

“And Adrian?” There it was. The name still landed like a bruise pressed too hard. My chest tightened, not with fear, but with something sharper. Longing. Anger. Relief tangled together. “I don’t think about him,” I said. It was almost true. I thought about him constantly, but not the way she meant. Weston nodded slowly. “That’s healthy. Fixation can prevent healing.” “Or protect it,” I said mildly. Her gaze sharpened, just for a second. “Protection can look like an obsession.” “So can surveillance,” I replied before I could stop myself.

"Someone needs to give those commentators a psychological assessment. They might be sociopaths!" Kenneth's protest made the article by Capital Entertainz go viral. Within half an hour, it was forced to delete its post. Although some continued to comment to argue, the police soon released the official report. "The attacker has a family history of mental illness. While Capital Entertainz did report the attack truthfully, the assailant's mental illness was not caused by his manipulative ex-wife. "He is a serial gambler with alcoholism, so he is prone to mood swings.

“Another visit to the psychologist revealed that Jason was mentally healthy. Eventually, a friend of mine in the medical field suggested that Jason might have something called obsessive love disorder.” Skylar’s eyes widened. “Obsessive love disorder?” “Yes,” Catherine confirmed. “It’s a condition where a person becomes overly attached and possessive, and again it’s not a mental disease, so we couldn’t diagnose him or anything. Jason’s behaviour matched the description perfectly. We didn’t realize how serious it was until it was too late.” Skylar sat back, processing the information. “That explains so much about how he’s been acting lately.” “We’re so sorry, Skylar,” James said, his voice fil

the man asked, a faint edge in his tone. Asher only shook his head slowly, the weight of embarrassment settling over him. “If you do not pay attention now, I will send you out of my class. Sit down.” “Yes, sir.” Asher dropped back into his seat, but not before catching Lila’s gaze. She was smiling at him, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement and he quickly lifted a hand to hide his face, causing Lila to chuckle softly. “Disorganized attachment, which is the rarest, often comes from trauma or abuse, leaving the person both craving and fearing connection.” the lecturer continued, his voice carrying a weight that made the room fall into a deeper silence.