Obsessive Attachment Novels & Stories

"We close the loopholes. We—we strengthen the binding until there are no—no abstract workarounds. We make it impossible for Emily to—to think about us or justice or karma or anything that—that connects to her obsession without incapacitating pain." "And if that's not possible? If—if obsession always finds way around prevention? What then?" I didn't have answer. Didn't know—know what came after magical binding with loopholes. After—after supernatural prevention that determined obsession could—could work around. My phone buzzed again. Another message.

We used to be like this since I can remember since we lost our parents, and even though I was young, I felt how much this man was struggling with his demons, and what started as an innocent, comforting action turned into deep emotions and deeper meaning. Michael always came to me when he felt overwhelmed or the noise inside of his head was about to take over. At first, everyone around us frowned when they saw us, me eight years old girl hugging a teenager and stroking his hair comforting him, but then they understood. We were two lost souls who found solace in each other’s arms. I was his anchor, and he was the light at the end of the tunnel for me. This might be the only reason we grow up l

It ruins the landscape. In fact, no, why put me down in this mishap? Why should I still feel guilty for asking you to erase what connects us? You told me that the two of us " would be forever." I now remain deaf to this form of blackmail. Yes, that's blackmail, Paul. What the hell did you imagine? That you could continue to own my body and soul until the end of time? You are very selfish, let me tell you. Are you only aware of my own desires? No, I am correcting myself—my absence of lust. When you approach me, I see myself as a little girl on a merry-go-round. My mother insisted, but I would die of vertigo. Your triple-digit perfumes can get sniffed through other nostrils.

She tapped Dae Hyun’s back a little hard, sending a code for him to let her go. “I’m sorry,” Dae Hyun whispered. “I don’t know why I’ve bad feelings lately.” “I’m alright, Oppa,” replied Qeiza. “I think you’ve pushed yourself too hard to work very late at night.” Qeiza knew well Dae Hyun’s habits. Her adopted brother was just like Ansel. He was a workaholic who didn’t know time when he was struggling with the stack of documents or macbook. “I guessed so,” Dae Hyun agreed. “But, you’ve always bothered my mind. Have you been in trouble?”

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

"You mean, sir?" "Yes, obsession. Didn't we talk about that before? You also know that I was obsessed with imprisoning Amanda, and it has been realized." "So, you're asking about my opinion, sir?" Oriaga nodded. He sat on the sofa as Zayn stood in front of him. They were in the CEO's room. "Obsession is quite scary, sir. Because one can go against anything to realize one's obsession, it's different from a wish, but a strong desire at a pretty bad level."

Richard’s father shook Jenny’s hand again—this time with a firm, intimidating grip. “We’re glad to have you join our family,” he said, though his tone felt colder than before. Richard’s mother gave her a warm hug, but Jenny caught a flicker of something in her eyes—something unreadable… something dangerous. Then they were gone. Jenny stood in the living room, frozen. Her chest felt tight, her hands cold. She had expected fear, but not like this. Not this suffocating uncertainty. Robert stepped closer. “Are you okay?” he asked gently. “I know that was overwhelming.”

Like he could hold the morning hostage, bend time itself to his will if he simply chose to. He wasn't just a boy anymore. Not the sweet, clumsy boy she'd known. He was a vortex, pulling her in with irresistible force. He was hope, bright and fragile, intertwinedwith a deep, churning self-loathing. He was hunger, a raw, gnawing need that threatened to consume her, and a stark, "ashing warning sign, screaming for her to turn back. All tangled to-gether, a Gordian knot of her own making that she didn't know how – or if she even wanted – to untie.

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I said. “Yeah well now I’m pissed because why have you not eaten. I’m very sure that twat Ife is responsible for this. I’m sorry baby..” he said and put his hand on my face. I almost flinched away but man, I was trying very hard to be very careful with this man. He was going to snap if I did anything stupid. In his eyes I could see someone who was deranged. His mind was broken at this point. He was troubled. This frantic pursuit of me was not because he loved me but it was much deeper than that. He was obsessed. And obsession could make people do crazy things that they in their right mind would not normally do.