Obsessive Attachment Novels & Stories

That was still better than her always trying to run away from him. He'd never thought of himself as someone who would get attached to other people. But when it came to Anathea, there was only one thought in his mind—if he couldn't have her, no one could. Anathea had no idea what he was thinking. All she knew was that his obsession was terrifying, but she had no way out. The gap between them was just too big. Whatever revenge he wanted to take, she wouldn't be able to handle it. And she couldn't dodge it either.

“What is it?” Vivian couldn’t answer. Because halfway down the document was Damien Blackwood’s name. Attached to a sealed internal investigation from four years ago. One involving: professional misconduct, abuse of authority, and the sudden disappearance of a female associate from the firm. The office suddenly felt freezing. Vivian looked up slowly. Directly at Damien. His face had gone completely unreadable. Which terrified her more than denial would have. “Vivian,” he said carefully. But she stepped back instinctively.

Long, dark brown hair spilled across the furs, and those golden eyes remained closed, lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks. Heat surged through me. My wolf howled, urging me closer, demanding I take what was ours. The scent of her…warm skin, faint smoke from the fire, and something uniquely her…hit me like a drug. My cock hardened painfully against my trousers. I wanted to taste every inch of her, to bury myself inside her until she screamed my name. I fought for control, fists clenched at my sides. She was vulnerable. My enemy. My captive. But the pull was undeniable…this obsessive need to keep her close, to make her mine.

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.

Dante finally asked. The man’s eyes shifted toward him. “Emotion.” Aruna frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.” “It does,” her mother whispered. Everyone looked at her. She swallowed slowly. “The system was designed to create resistance against control. But emotional attachment creates unpredictable escalation.” Marco blinked. “You mean feelings.” “Yes.” “That’s the terrifying flaw?” “No,” the man said quietly. “Attachment itself isn’t the flaw.” A pause. “Obsession is.” Silence.

I whispered aloud immediately. The word echoed sharply in the bathroom. “No.” Roman loved me. He had to. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not the way I wanted all the time. But he did. People always acted like I was crazy for believing that. Even the therapists at the rehabilitation center had looked at me with those careful eyes full of pity. Liana is emotionally dependent. Liana struggles with attachment. Liana has obsessive tendencies. I hated those words. They made me sound sick. Like loving someone too much was a disease.

Thus, it will cause discomfort for one party. The reason was revealed by Dr. Borg told Bustle that, "In obsession, we take a mixed or anticipatory mix of anxiety emotions and shift them into our thinking." So that when someone is afraid of losing, then he will make sure he will not be abandoned by one way of asking for a commitment bond that is too fast in the relationship. • Love is being yourself, but obsession is doing it to get approval. According to relationship expert Marni Kinrys, love is reciprocal. Without being asked or consciously giving and receiving have the same degree in the relationship. But it's different when someone lives it just because of obsession.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

It was natural and that was when I knew I should stay away from her. But I couldn't. I couldn't stay away from her. I always wanted to know where she was, what she was doing, how she was feeling, if she needed me around, if she wanted me to pick her up or save her. That was when I realized I was getting obsessed. I was getting to attached to her and it was fucking dangerous. I needed to stay the fuck away from her but I couldn't! I couldn't! I was torn apart the day I appeared to her in the bathroom. I hadn't meant to scare her. I wanted her to know that I wasn't going to hurt her. I wanted her to know that I would protect her while killing everyone including her—