Obsessive Ex Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Can we not talk about this? "Fine," I snapped. "I should not be talking with you too." "Your boyfriend told you to stop talking to me," I shot him a death stare. "Are you obsessed with my boyfriend?" I questioned him. "Same way you're obsessed with Samantha, right?" Romeo retorted. I shook my head. "I'm the one living rent free in Samantha's head. So, No." I uttered. "I'm not obsessed with a guy either. Ew, why would I be obsessed with a guy?" He blurted out, raising his eyebrows.

"You're known for your cool, elegant beauty. Your makeup is running--you look like a horror movie extra. Please. Pull it together. Ugly-crying won't get you a rewrite." At the mention of her ruined makeup, she made a sound somewhere between a sob and a growl--then promptly buried her face deeper into my chest. Sebastian's eyes widened like he'd just witnessed a car crash in slow motion. I froze. I looked down at the head pressed against my boobs and had one singular, horrifying realization: Was I being emotionally held hostage and physically assaulted by my boyfriend's deranged ex?

“Fine. Where do we start?” --- Suspect #1: My Ex-Boyfriend, Greg I groaned as Adrian pinned up a photo of Jake—a tall, cocky guy with a smirk that made me cringe even now. “Greg?” Adrian raised a brow. “What’s his deal?” “We started dating in college and as you know he cheated on me and I broke up with him. Surprisingly he couldn’t handle the breakup. Got all... possessive.” Adrian nodded, his expression darkening. “Could he still be obsessed with you?”

Roman—as I call him, would care about nothing if it came to the fame of the Roman Family. I would also have a normal life with a normal boyfriend if it wasn’t for his over-possessive nature. It was unfair, and it was completely wrong. I didn’t even know what my life was and what it was going to be when he stepped into it. Everything he did with me, to me, and for me, was completely wrong. Still, he felt to be the only right thing in my life. Was it love? Or just some kind of plain, creepy obsession? _______________ ______________________

Micah calls back. As soon as he is gone, I exhale dramatically. “Finally. My boyfriend is back.” Micah laughs. “You were unbearable.” “I was fighting for my life,” I say. “He was this close to making you his new business partner.” “Would that be so bad?” “Yes. Because then I would have to compete for your attention with someone who owns half of Europe.” He shakes his head, smiling. “You are insane.” “I prefer passionate.” “Possessive.”

She was strictly off-limits. I groaned again, rubbing my hands over my face in frustration. I shouldn't even be thinking about her in such a filthy manner. It was wrong. It was completely forbidden. But ever since I came back home from school, I couldn't help but feel more and more drawn to her every single day. I desperately wanted to know how she felt under my touch. I wanted to know how she sounded when she lost control. I wanted to know exactly how she tasted. I told myself that maybe—just maybe—if I could find the answers to all these questions just once, I would finally stop having all these crazy, toxic fantasies about her. Otherwise, I was going to end up dying with these wild fantas

My obsession had become a silent companion, one that followed me everywhere, whispering his name, replaying our non-existent conversations. The digital realm became my playground, where I could observe Felix without being seen. I scrolled through his social media, analysing every post, every like, and every comment. But with each passing day, the line between love and obsession grew thinner. I found myself showing up at places Felix visited, not to confront him, but to catch a glimpse of him from afar. The rush of seeing him, even if only for a moment, was intoxicating, a height that I chased with increasing desperation.

His once-charming gestures now felt overbearing and forced, causing Gia to withdraw further. Unwilling to accept defeat, Ejay's obsession clouded his judgment. He started to employ tactics that crossed ethical boundaries. He manipulated situations to isolate Gia, sabotaging her other relationships and creating scenarios where she had no choice but to rely on him. As his obsession grew, Ejay's behavior became erratic. He monitored Gia's every move, invaded her privacy, and disregarded her boundaries. His fixation blinded him to the distress he was causing Gia, eroding the genuine feelings she might have had for him.

It was a rhetorical question but I didn't expect him to answer it so fast. "Maybe you need to start dating someone else so that your obsession for me can fade away and I mean this respectfully. I do not want you to get consumed by my darkness. Everything I touch crumbles and I would be damned if that also happened to you. I don't care about what you say. I care about what I know and I know that I am bad news." He walked into his room leaving melancholy in his wake.

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.