Obsessive Friendship Novels & Stories

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.

It had been messing with my senses and driving me insane during the entire ride to the restaurant. And her voice… her voice was another major weak point of mine. I closed my eyes, a low groan escaping my throat as my thoughts turned dark and dangerous. I always wondered how extra sexy her voice would sound when she was finally crying out and moaning my name in the dark. I would probably lose all my control and come out of pure excitement just hearing it. But I knew that was completely impossible. She wasn't just any ordinary girl I could pick up at a college house party. She was Riley’s best friend. She was strictly off-limits.

“No it’s not a date Mom. Just some creepy friends party that they invited me to” “You like creepy things?” “Teenagers are all creepy” “And you really wanna attend this creepy party right?” Mrs. Stacey chipped in and Aubrey nodded. “Look sweetheart, you need to be careful with the kind of friends you keep. You don’t just agree to everything they say” “But I trust them Mom!” “That’s it, trust. Listen sweetie, you don’t ever have to trust anyone” “Yeah, that’s usual” Kate blew said, raspberries with her mouth and sighed.

"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."

We had known each other for a long time. I wouldn't say I wasn't friends with her anymore; it felt as if we both fell out of being friends with each other. Emily was really an obsessive and possessive friend, and I had known that for a long time. But I had often overlooked it and never read any meaning into what she was doing. I had watched her beat up women our age and give them stink eyes whenever they came near us. I thought it cute, believing she wanted us for herself, but now, I thought it was anything but cute.

I shifted in the stool, feeling quite uncomfortable because of what I asked. I know we weren't the best of friends, hell, Aaron and I could never be best friends. We were just fuck buddies, but still I wanted to know. “Yeah, I do have a minor OCD. But it's nothing,” he said casually, and I swallowed, unsure how to respond. Wow. That explained his constant need for control, his insistence that everything and everyone stay in order. Including Rhoda and I “Aaron…” I started softly as I inched a little bit closer.

"Madam, I have been unable to reach you for a while now. The boss.. I mean Mr Axell and his friend have been staying out late recently" It is a normal thing for Bryson, but not Axell. Bryson has this influence on people, so I guess he is influencing Axell to stay out late now. I have always hated Bryson, and he knew it. "So? Is that all you called me for Sophie? Is that all? Am I paying you to give me crumbs as feedback?" "You do not understand madam. The boss and his friend now have some friends, well I guess" "Friends? What friends?"

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."