Novel & Cerita Obsessive Ex

Ezrene swallowed down her saliva, trying to think about her answer and then with a sigh, she finally opened her mouth. “Obsession is that emotion of a human which ruins and harms every other feeling of a person when it collides with it whether with love or hate. Obsession destroyed everything because in obsession, the obsessor refuses to see the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immoral, sane, insanity so if it entangles with love, it destroys the sacrificing selfless beauty of love because an obsession can never be considered as love no matter what,” Ezrene gave her answer which made the professor gave her an impressed smile.

Business associates reported erratic behavior, sudden mood swings, an inability to engage with important decisions because his attention was elsewhere. "He's made four more serious business errors this week alone," Rachel reported. "Decisions he would have never made if he was thinking clearly. His obsession with you is literally destroying what's left of his empire." "And the more it crumbles, the more he fixates on me as the solution," I said, understanding the psychology at play. "He thinks if he can just reclaim me, if he can just possess me again, somehow everything else will fall back into place." "Classic obsessive thinking," Rachel agreed. "He's built you up in his mind as this ultim

“Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.” I spat out as his vision started to clear and I was able to see him better and even though my words were harsh and cruel; he didn’t react. So I threw my head back and cackled crazily. “Between all the people in here, Sergey, you are the closest one to me. You are the most fucked up person after me in here. You should know how I feel, but again you are just a cold, walking dead corpse, aren’t you? An alexithymics.”

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER. She loved things to be done perfectly. Everything must be precise. Jacob collected the keys and came back home. Once Sarah finished packing, it was after 6pm and she hadn't had the time to cook. They nibbled junk food throughout the day. Alex and Andrea were stoked about that. She decided to go to their new home to prepare before they moved in. Sarah called Nash and Nat to join them, to be apart of their special moment.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

"Don't touch me. You don't get to just drag me around like this anymore, Dante. You lost that right." Dante stood by the door, his hands resting on his hips, and he looked incredibly tired, the shadows under his eyes visible even in the dim lamplight of the room, but his gaze was locked onto hers, completely focused and desperate. "You have no idea what kind of game you're playing, Elena, you're walking into a slaughterhouse with Rodrigo Felix and you're doing it with a smile on your face."

should I be worried? Should I inform Amber about it?". "Hmm", I said. "indeed, obsession will make you do crazy things".

Let her feel the violence thudding beneath my skin. “You can never be free, Reina,” I growled. “Not out there. Not in here. You walk out that door again and come back late, I’ll make you pay. You breathe for someone else, I’ll end them. Do you understand?” She shook her head, her voice barely there. “You’re insane.” “I’m obsessed,” I corrected. “There’s a difference. Obsession has purpose. Madness is just noise.” My mouth brushed against her cheekbone, slow, deliberate. “And I only hear you.”

Glancing up from his file, I asked, "Would you like to tell me what brought you here today, Mr. Aiden?" "I think I have obsessive-compulsive disorder," he admits. "Oh wow. That must have been tough for you to admit." He nods, "Believe me, Doc. It is." I scribbled down this newfound information about my patient in his file. "What kind of obsession do you have?" I asked. "Is it towards an object or—" "It's towards a person," he interrupts. I quirked my brow. "A person? Could you kindly elaborate in detail?"