Obsessive Friendship Novels & Stories

Never. Another unsavory thought (it seemed the moment for spontaneous, unpleasant self-reflection): how much of our friendship was founded on the comfort of knowing that someone else in the world was also fucked up, rather than actual affection? How much of my inclination toward Bobby was motivated by the relief in knowing there was at least one other weakling cripple in town to . . .

Joey said as she smiled at him. Kenneth was grateful she didn't blame him for being a trouble but instead comforted him. He said while eating the dessert, "I'm lucky to be your friend. I'm glad I didn't pursue you relentlessly before, or I'd have nowhere to go and wouldn't have your comfort now." "I'm glad that you consider me as a friend. It shows you've overcome your emotional turmoil and gained great understanding," Joey joked as she leaned back on the couch with a smile. Kenneth nodded. "Joey, if only you were the Fulham family's missing daughter. We would have had over a decade of friendship if that were the case."

He did not blink. Julian shifted in his seat. He felt hot under the collar. "So, Aiden," Julian started. "The file says you have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Is that right?" "Yes," Aiden said. His voice was deep and smooth. "I have an obsession. I can’t stop thinking about it. It controls my life." "What is the obsession?" Julian asked. He kept his face professional. He saw many patients. He knew how to stay calm. "It’s a person," Aiden said.

“Listen, I’m saying this as a friend. We’re friends, right?” I nod, smiling at the thought. Today was the first day we really got to spend together, but I really like her. I want to call her a friend. “Of course,” I answer. “Then as your friend, I’m telling you I know an obsessed man when I see one. And that man right there…” She cocks her head in his direction, trying to be discreet, but it still makes me blush because it’s a little obvious. “That man is obsessed with you. He wants to kiss you again. I’d bet all my money on it.”

They weren't wrong. We'd met two years ago. A corridor, the worst possible timing, and Diana pressing something into my hand without a word or a question or a single trace of judgment. That was it. That was all it took. Friends didn't even feel like the right word anymore. She was just… mine. And I was hers. Two women with bruises in different places, making it work one chaotic day at a time. *Sisters from another mister,* she'd said once, and we'd both laughed until our eyes watered.

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.

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.

Their love story wasn’t like the regular type of romance, it was unhinged, and I tell you he displayed some pretty deeply alarming traits but unfortunately my best friend seems to love him more for that. Both of them are crazily, obsessively in love with each other, they’ve got this genuinely nauseating level of devotion for each other and anyone with functioning eyesight could see it. He’s so obsessed with her that it’s honestly both cute and mildly terrifying at the same time. I mean have been to just two gatherings with the both of them and have watched the way he watches her like she’s the only fucking person he sees in a room full of people, have seen it in the way Bryan tracks Kieran’s

You're the one who will give it away because you can't control your powers I smiled at their fighting. It was something that they always did because they were so different from each other. Well, we all were, really. Elena is nice and caring, always worried about other people's feelings, not wanting to upset anyone, and Lillie, well, she is dark. She doesn't care if she hurts anyone. She finds fun in picking on people. Sometimes, it gets a little dark, and we have to talk her down from murder, and then there's me. I don't really know who I am or how i even fit into our friendship i just know that they are the two people in this word that means the most to me and i have always been able to tru