Obsessive Ex Novels & Stories

Then he laughed, "Do you know why?" My breath stopped for a second, trying to maintain composure. "Usually, people return to normal when they let go of their obsessions." "But I can't do that. Guilt and anger almost killed me. Every night, when I close my eyes, I recall the past, and then I can't control myself, sinking into memories I can't escape." Kevin's hand rested on mine, and the stethoscope sank into his T-shirt. "How do I let go of my obsession?"

"Rehearse?" "Married people know things about each other Lydia." He said it practically, like he was discussing case strategy. "Favorite food, how you take your coffee, whether you're a morning person." He paused. "David Cole is going to be watching every detail, we cannot give him anything”. He lowered his head to my eyes “And you know, he is your ex. He knows you, more than I do." I looked at him for a moment. He was right. Of course he was right.

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?"

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?” “You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me. “I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need

Andrew balked. “Obsessive compulsive disorder. He has a lot of the symptoms. It often manifests in a bid to control his environment. Things like excessive hand washing. Touching a light switch a certain number of times. Have you noticed these behaviours in Oliver?” “Oliver is not mentally ill,” Andrew snapped at me. It was a classic denial response, and I wasn’t surprised. Andrew was stubborn at the best of times, and I’d worked with a lot of parents who refused to believe there was anything wrong with their child.

I looked at him shocked, what did he just say? I really don’t understand him. Adrian looked at me then, I could see guiltiness written clearly in his eyes. “I am often obsessed with things. You remembered when you asked me about my love with Louis Vuitton products? I’m obsessed with the products and if what I have isn’t from them, I won’t be happy and I will go through any length to have that. When I started talking to you, it wasn’t like that at first, not until I noticed my feelings for you. Even though I was denying it then, it didn’t stop my obsession from crawling in. I noticed that when I am not with you, I miss you a lot and if I don’t hear your voice and see anything about you, I won

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

He said as if he is so obsessed. And it's so true Damien has a mental illness called OCD ( Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) in which sometimes he performs his thought repeatedly like hand washing or sometimes locking his door at home or either at his office. And he hides it from everyone and only his family knows it, even from his friend John. When he's at his office his employees assume that it was usual for him to do that. They didn’t know it is about his illness.

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa. “What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me. “I can’t stop myself from stalking someone” “Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem. “And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

He was deeply obsessed with me and wanted to get rid of Isaac, I couldn't allow it. I heard the door open and I knew it was him because he imitated the sound of a little bird towards me, it was not necessary because he had already noticed his presence. I had nowhere to run and no way to run away, I was very stupid to go straight to her cave. I was one step away from going crazy but I tried to pretend serenity, I began to probe what was within my reach and I saw a scissors on the desk next to me. I turned around and faced him, Ezra was leaning against the doorframe and looking at me with an amused expression.