Obsessive Ex Novels & Stories

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."

His breathing has changed. Subtle, but I notice. I noticed a lot about this son of a bitch. The way his pupils are slightly dilated. The tension in his shoulders that has nothing to do with anger. I know that look. I’ve seen it before, on other men, in darker places than hospital scrub rooms. “You know what your problem is, Morozov?” I ask, voice dropping lower. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” “Your problem is that you think obsession looks like competition.” I tilt my head, studying him. “But I’ve seen the difference. I know what it looks like when someone can’t stop watching. Can’t stop finding excuses to be in the same room. Can’t stop—”

Normally, I wouldn’t be so acquiescent to her telling me what to do, but she’s taller than me, and I use her as a shield, hunkering down next to her as we walk. She stops at a big table right out in the open with a clear view of the arcade, pool tables, and bar. Great, just great—right in the middle for everyone to see. I sigh. “What time did you arrive to score a front-row seat?” “Chi-Os get the best. I aim to please.” Jess is a Type A tornado on her way to Yale to get her doctorate in medicene. We’re nothing alike, but we manage. She thinks I’m a little wild, and I think she has a stick up her ass. She's still my bestfriend anyways.

I just ruined my good vibe remembering her, "She completely fucked up the one good thing I had going on in my life... her." "There we go again," Angel groans, "She wasn't even a good girlfriend, dude. Get over her already." I can't. I'm damaged mentally in a lot of ways. One of them is being obsessive over people. It sucks a lot. Sometimes I can manage it... but sometimes I can't. My therapist says I over-fixate on people since everyone I love usually dies a terrible death so I just hold on to anyone with everything I have. And that makes me the most annoying boyfriend, according to my exes. I'm SO FUCKING annoying, they have to go on solo trips to find themselves and fuck other guys.

Adrian Nikolai is an ass. A fucking annoying ass. He’s careless and does things of his own free will. How did he even think of touching me in the same car as Kuzma? What if he turned and saw him touching me? Not just anywhere but on my crotch of all places. I wouldn’t have the explanation to give.

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.

“I think sometimes people don’t realize how deep they’ve fallen into it. It starts small—checking their social media, driving by their house ‘just to see.’ But over time…” He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of experience. “It can escalate. The person might start following them or showing up unannounced, thinking they’re being romantic or that it’s a sign of how much they care. But that’s the thing about obsession—it warps your perception. What you think is love or concern might actually be… something darker.”

He does scare me but I refuse to show my fear. “And what if that obsession of yours will fade?” I contended, rage illuminating my entire being like a bright white light. I know how obsession works very well, but once that phase will be over. Then, I’m good as nothing but a toy he’s done playing with. And what next? He’ll discard me like I didn’t even exist in the first place. Obsession is a dangerous thing. It can make a person do anything, and by “anything,” I mean the most unbelievable of behaviors.

Olivia yalled “...” “What about our relationship!” Olivia continued. “That was in the past” Jeremy said letting out a growl his wolf was getting out of control. Mark was a Gamma who listened and obeyed his alpha but at this point he stood and watched speechlessly he was never aware of any sort of relationship between them. “Including the times we kissed and had sex!” Olivia cried,she fell to the ground and cried her heart out. ==========