Obsessive Friendship Novels & Stories

That question wasn't really answered before. Jian used to be my friend, I tried to trust men before, but he ruined all of that because of his so-called love for me. "Obsession isn't good." Thinking about that made me get up and look in the direction of the door. What if... Only what if. Kyros's getting more and more obsessed with me as the days passes by. It makes me feel afraid that he might end up like Jian. "No... There's no way." Right?

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

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.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

“If you're absolutely right, I'm a committed man, I shouldn't be doing this, don't worry about money, you don't owe me anything, feel at home” Andy runs out of there, he felt ashamed, he was violating all his values, he was against anything that disrespected a relationship, a marriage, or any belief, he was very correct. But Camille aroused all kinds of bad thoughts in him, and when he became obsessed with something, there was nothing to get it out of his head, and that was what he was feeling for Camille, an obsession.

"Well I owe you this. You did something for me last night and I totally want to gain our friendship bond together and I know I ruined it. I am just trying to make everything even." "You sure you want that? I mean I was feeling odd about that. Won't that bother you?" "Nope! I mean I value your friendship and I think that's so precious. I can't loose a loyal friend. Not again. So I am just trying to win you back." "But it doesn't seem to be like that. I mean I think its really difficult now." "I know I think we both did things we shouldn't have done and we regret that. I just want to make everything right now. I mean you feel bad for cheating on shruti don't you?"

“No body ever forced any of them to become drug addicts or gamblers or turn into prostitutes. At least not under the Rafes. We run a clean as possible empire.” Clean empire and Mafia should not be in the same sentence, but I let him continue. “As for you being one of us, its not that bad if you ask me. It just explains why you and I easily bonded with each other.” “Does it?” I arch an eyebrow. “Then why didn’t I bond with Nia?” He shrugged. “I guess the mafia bond was too weak for the power of the female jealousy.” “Of course.” I laughed. “You also think I should do the test?”

The truth remained directly before me throughout my struggles no matter how intensely I fought. He loved her. Not in a fleeting, reckless way. The manner in which it manifested defied categorization as simple obsession or lust. This phenomenon existed as a deeper entity beyond simple classification. Something unshakable. Sophia's gaze upon him revealed her deep affection. A gentle breath escaped my lips while an unnoticed burden from my chest began to rise. The moment to cease all hostilities had arrived. I got up from my chair and moved toward them while my heels produced sharp clicks on the marble surface. Upon my approach Alexander became aware of my presence before anyone else his expres

He turned, jaw tight, eyes flashing in a way I had never seen aimed at me before. “You do more than care, Ashley. You hover constantly. You act like something bad is going to happen every time he calls you or calls you. ” His words hit like slaps to my face, each one hot and humiliating. “That’s not fair,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m his best friend. I’m allowed to worry.” “Worry is one thing, obsession is another.” “I’m not obsessed!” I snapped. Nick rolled his eyes and zipped the bag shut with a harsh tug.