Obsessive Ex Novels & Stories

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

“Oh yeah! What are you gonna say again huh?” “What are you saying Heather, I can’t do something of that such” “Those bags only contain cereals, chips and crisps?” “Why would you bring me cereals, chips and crisps? I can buy those on my own” “Listen Miss Heather, there must be a misunderstanding somewhere” “You might just be mistaken about the scenario. You just have to be calm and we will definitely track the stalker” “Are you trying to confuse my focus Sophia?” Heather grumbled slowly.

Selena then decided to go back inside. "What's with the partnership with Pixie? Can you handle the problem?" Henry tailed Selena and asked. Selena stopped abruptly. Inside the office, Joey scanned the QR code on the massager's packaging. The brand's official website popped up on the phone. It was a foreign, imported brand that cost several thousand dollars. She browsed the website and put down her phone. Judging from Henry's straightforward personality, he did not seem like someone who would devise an intricate plan.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

He looked so professional, so calm, which only made the secret thrumming inside me feel more illicit. “Ria, you aren’t a psychopath,” he said gently. “It’s actually quite normal to want to be near someone you like, or to keep tabs on them. However, it becomes an issue when it turns into a defining character trait for you. When you become truly obsessive with the following... that's different. You have to remember that sometimes, a person just needs their privacy.”

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a

"But you're not?" "No." I walked to the window. Looked out at the city lights. "I should be. I know I should be. But all I keep thinking is how much effort you put into this." "Most people would call that obsessive." "It is obsessive." I turned to face him. "But it's also dedicated. Committed. Henry used to cancel our plans constantly and never even apologize. So maybe obsessive is better." A small smile tugged at Jasper's lips. "That's a low bar."

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Long, dark brown hair spilled across the furs, and those golden eyes remained closed, lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks. Heat surged through me. My wolf howled, urging me closer, demanding I take what was ours. The scent of her…warm skin, faint smoke from the fire, and something uniquely her…hit me like a drug. My cock hardened painfully against my trousers. I wanted to taste every inch of her, to bury myself inside her until she screamed my name. I fought for control, fists clenched at my sides. She was vulnerable. My enemy. My captive. But the pull was undeniable…this obsessive need to keep her close, to make her mine.