Obsessive Attachment Novels & Stories

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—

Fantasizing about fucking every inch of her, stretching her tight little holes, making her take my cock while she moaned my name like a prayer. Oh yeah. This was fucking dangerous. My jaw tightened. Fucking hell. She was an addiction, a drug-like obsession. And I have never been the type to get addicted to anything. Never been the type to care about anything. I didn’t care about her… not really. But I wanted her. And every time I saw her, that craving only fucking grew. There are two things you do with an unhealthy obsession: You either kill it or stay the hell away until it fades.

was the question in his mind. He used to stay 10 meter away from girls. Only his mother was the female he loved. The females who tried to approch him were punished very badely. He even killed many femlale who crossed their line to sedue him.He can only pray that the girl is strong enough to stand not with the buisness king Alexander knight but with the underworld king Alexander Knight.

he stopped after saying. His eyes were getting teary as well. He was looking at the floor. His head was filled with guilts. He had lost his first mate Isabella in a war with the Sapphires before he met my mom. I knew he loved my mom a lot, even more than his own life. But we just simply could never deny the fact that a wolf's obsession for its actual mate never dies. It was the same in case of my father. Even though he loved my mom, still the lose of his first mate never left him.

Neither is obsession. What does she mean by that? And why is she doing this? Fuck, is she playing with me? I rolled onto my side, the sheets cold against my skin, but it didn’t help. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Every time I tried to calm down, her voice echoed again—calm, low, deliberate. Neither is obsession. It wasn’t just a statement. It felt like a confession. I groaned softly, dragging a pillow over my face. “God, what are you doing to me?”

Perhaps, a few days away from her was going to do the trick. He felt a shiver run through him as something warm encompassed his cock. He looked down to see Leila working him vigorously with her mouth. He growled dangerously and grabbed her auburn hair pulling her backwards. His cock fell out of her mouth and stood at attention. His eyes flashed as he looked down at her from his lofty position. "I fucking told you to be obedient and only do as I say." He told her and growled at her furiously. It wasn't that he wasn't pleased with the way she had done, what he feared most was that he was going to get used to her. And that was the last thing he wanted.

“How did you meet Ezra? Was it just a coincidence or was there something else behind it all?” Lourdes leaned her elbows on the table and looked out the window. “It was a coincidence. I met him in college a long time ago, he was a wonderful man and when he asked me to be his girlfriend I accepted without thinking twice. He was always very detailed and romantic with me. I never cheated on another because I believed so much in true love. Our relationship was very serious, we even had plans to get married,” Lourdes paused as if it made it difficult for him to talk about it “his parents were very good to me and loved me as if I were their daughter, Margaret always considered me as a sister and me