Obsessive Friendship Novels & Stories

I'm never forced any form of friendship because that would be an insult on my personality and I hated it. All I wanted was to show how much we hated each other and then we wouldn't have anything to worry about. It would always be written somewhere else that there was somebody who decided not to make any move and by the time they were done nobody was going to be in the picture anymore because then I would have been able to successfully kick everyone out.

Thinking what’s the difference between love and obsession. “Do you love him that much?” “You knew how much I love him ever since when we were young. I just stopped and give value to our friendship when he got engaged but when they broke up—I think it’s the sign that we are the ones who are meant for each other.” Obsessed, the man thought. he can see through the woman’s eyes that she doesn’t love the person she’s talking about rather, she was obsessed with him. And obsession may trigger mental health and he was afraid that the woman will totally go insane.

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

Three years passed, yet he still got this same effect on me. Well, to be honest for the past three years there was never a day that I didn't think of him. Thinking of what ifs, I even have dreams of him and me together. I know it’s crazy. I never discuss any of this to my best friends. Shit, I think I'm obsessed with him. It wasn't normal to crave for a person for three years when nothing really happened. How can I miss him so much when we never really had any kind of relationship? I’m so stupid. Well things are going to change tonight. I'll be damned if I don't make a move to him tonight.

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma

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?

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.

“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