Obsessive Attachment Novels & Stories

My best friend, Hannah Price, had once asked me on the phone, "What exactly is so special about Adrian Halloway? What's made you love him for fifteen years straight?" I could never put it into words. When we first met, I could list a hundred things I admired about him, but the more I loved him, the less I could explain why. Isn't that what a teenage crush was? No rhyme or reason, just hurling every ounce of love at someone until you hit a wall and can't turn back. I closed the journal again. Maybe the thirty-year-old me had been too proud, too unsure of how to act, so she left it to the version of me with only twenty years of memories to choose for her.

"But she was also... obsessive. When she set her eyes on something, or someone, she wouldn't stop until she got it. She became obsessed with Lucas in an unhealthy way. Adrian leaned forward, every word weighing on him. He frowned, "Obsessed?"

This was the point of no return. “He has a thing for... well, for breasts and the outside of a woman’s vagina. The labia,” I whispered the last word. “He gets completely fixated. The more you flaunt what you have, the more he’ll be disarmed. He won't be able to think straight. If you can make him forget I even exist, even for a second, I’ll have my answer.” Kim stared at me for a moment, and I braced for her to tell me I was crazy. Instead, she let out a slow, appreciative whistle.

She thought about her son. About the psychological architecture of Damien Voss that she had been reading for thirty nine years. The fixation tendencies. The obsessive tendencies. The pattern attachment. The things she'd watched with careful eyes since he was a boy who couldn't let go of things that caught his attention and had learned to manage that capacity into a boardroom advantage. She thought about a blanket left in a car. About insomnia resolved in three months. She put the report face down on the desk. Sat with her hands flat on it.

"So now its my turn. I am not here just for the cake. So come on I wanna enjoy a show too." "Okay as You wish..!!" I never got too open with anyone but he was so different. I never let my gurads down in front of anyone but he was making me feel strange. I couldn't figure out my feelings then but I just articulate that it was just an attraction. He was actually too sweet and the gesture of cake and Vine on my Dad's birthday was a whole new level!! I didn't realize at that time that this attraction is going to be an addiction and obsession soon. I never imagined that I would fall for someone so easily....

“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. And for the very first time since meeting Damien Blackwood she looked at him with uncertainty instead of trust

I just ruined my good vibe remembering her, "She completely fucked up the one good thing I had going on in my life... her." "There we go again," Angel groans, "She wasn't even a good girlfriend, dude. Get over her already." I can't. I'm damaged mentally in a lot of ways. One of them is being obsessive over people. It sucks a lot. Sometimes I can manage it... but sometimes I can't. My therapist says I over-fixate on people since everyone I love usually dies a terrible death so I just hold on to anyone with everything I have. And that makes me the most annoying boyfriend, according to my exes. I'm SO FUCKING annoying, they have to go on solo trips to find themselves and fuck other guys.

"These memories will be painful to take in, but you need to relax and patiently go along with it. In that way, things like what you witnessed today or yesterday will eventually help you get your memories back." "I guess, I should do that." She sighed. "Is there such a person that has a great obsession with a certain thing, that could lead to killing or harming other people even at a young age?" "That's not impossible." Sandra fixed her glasses. "It's because of the background, and how the people around her act that could stir inside someone's head to do something extreme. An obsession? It started with the lack of love that the person receives. Then, when one shows love, the obsessive person

she asked. "That's the difficult part of this assessment." Logan was direct about it. "She doesn't have a coherent objective in the way a rational threat would. She believes your family caused her wrongful commitment. She formed an attachment to Catherine's grievances and adopted them as her own. People like this don't have endgames — they have obsessions. And obsessions escalate." "Escalate how?" Lewis asked.

"First off, I am married. Secondly, what I do with Ethan is none of your business." He walked up to me. His nose brushed mine. My heart skipped. "Every day, my attraction towards you gets deeper. It's safe to say I am obsessed with you, Lydia." My heart pounded. I moved away. "David, please leave. We are done, and there is nothing I can do about it. My heart belongs to someone else." I looked away, even though my heart said something else. I wasn't ready to break my walls for a man who betrayed years of my commitment to him. I was done.