Obsessive Ex Novels & Stories

"It is so irrelevant, I forgot all about its existence." "You wouldn't be trying to avoid me." He continued, like she hadn't said anything, to begin with. "It means something." "No, it doesn't." She let out a frustrated huff, letting her fingers run through her short curls. They felt longer than they were last night. "You have to stop with this obsessive behavior, Eli!" His stunned reaction, earned him more words of clarification from her. "Observing every move and thinking it is directed to you is clearly obsessive, don't you think?"

Cursing my stars I continued to search for an auto. With a sudden break , a car came to an halt near the bus stop ..All heads turned automatically to that car..as I was busy catching the auto,I paid least attention to it.I'm still wandering trying to stop every passing autos ..when I saw an auto without passengers I almost ran to stop that auto. But in my Hurry I bumped onto someone..mumbling a quick sorry I passed that person and fled to catch that auto. But that auto speeded In a second. .."stupid..is he flying a flight ? Why this much speed man ? " I vent out my frustation on that poor man in my mind...While I was busy cursing that poor man on my mind, I noted someone's gaze on me. ..

He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

I could not comprehend how her ex could have betrayed her. I stepped closer, unbuttoning my shirt with measured care. She reached toward my trousers, her cold, hard nipple brushing the warm skin beneath my chest. I leaned into her, lips meeting hers in a long, lingering kiss. Her hand circled the back of my neck; mine held her waist, drawing her closer. The room seemed to shrink around us, the noise from the club downstairs fading.

Always close by. constantly observing. Never getting close. never saying anything. Just watching. It was hard to ignore the pattern. My desk was piled high with pictures by midnight. And each and every one of them told the same tale. Harold had spent years observing Evelyn. long before she got married. long before she became successful. long before she came back. I had a bad taste in my mouth after realizing this. Because obsession didn't just go away over time. It expanded. It changed. It got risky.

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

The thought of that doesn’t sound peaceful, it’s wrong, Disruptive but wrong. My chest tightens sharply and I stop breathing for a second too long. No! I force air into my lungs, each breath controlled, measured. As I Inhale again and hold before exhaling out. I press my thumb harder into my palm again until the sting cuts through the noise in my head. This is irrational. This attachment is spiraling into obsession. I don’t like that word, Obsession implies lack of control and i’m always in control. So why won’t my thoughts slow or obey!

“I am aware that you hate any kind of obsession. However, to speak truthfully, it possesses a certain charm. Women like me will agree.” Ms. Beth's sentiment resonates deeply with me. This man might hate obsessions, but his hatred towards it doesn't make it disgusting. He's so rude I can't. “Obsessions are unhealthy. The obsessed one doesn't have a world of his own.” Arguing back, he extended the blazer to her with a poker face before adding, “You get obsessed with a thing, then somehow, you lose it, and you get lost too. It's...”

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

"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."