Obsessive Novels & Stories

"But you're not?" "No." I walked to the window. Looked out at the city lights. "I should be. I know I should be. But all I keep thinking is how much effort you put into this." "Most people would call that obsessive." "It is obsessive." I turned to face him. "But it's also dedicated. Committed. Henry used to cancel our plans constantly and never even apologize. So maybe obsessive is better." A small smile tugged at Jasper's lips. "That's a low bar."

I just opened the door and got in, quietly hoping he wouldn’t suddenly increase the fare. The car pulled away, and the ride began. It felt longer than it actually was. I sat back, my eyes fixed ahead, but my mind refused to stay in one place. It kept moving… from the job, to my grandpa, to everything waiting for me, to last night, to the quiet hot man from the bar…whoever the hell he was, to Evan. I shifted slightly in my seat, exhaling through my nose. An overthinker might be an underrated way to describe me.

* he said without looking up, dismissive as ever. *"It's important,"* I insisted. *"Mr. Cole needs her. She'll be occupied for the day."* He finally looked at me then, unimpressed. *"Oh yeah? Mr. Cole has no business with Diana. You can chat during lunch break. Right now, she's helping me. Please leave."* I glanced at Diana. She gave me a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes. We both hated her boss. He was cranky, perpetually irritated, like a man who argued with someone every morning and came to the office to distribute the leftover bad mood.

There is more to their office relationship but I can’t seem to place my hand on it’’ ‘’Because there is nothing existing’’ ‘’Jayden is not the problem. That bitch is’’ ‘’I think she’s got a crush on Jayden’’ ‘’And you are okay with that? You are a fool. Sorry..but you are. But then…it would be okay if it is just a crush, however, she is obsessed with Jayden. And you know how bad obsession is. It is very dangerous’’ people who are obsessed can kill just t6om have to themselves the one they are obsessed over. So bad’’

“Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?” Maya added, more cautiously, “Yeah, Reinna. You said he’s possessive. That’s a red flag. Does he love you, or does he just love the control and the amazing sex you give him? Because if he was fighting it so hard, maybe he’s still fighting the idea of falling in love with his step-sister, and the love he confessed is really just the crazy lust.” The words hit me like a physical punch. I felt all the blood drain from my face.

Alli could practically feel the woman's resentment radiat-ing acrossthe room like a furnace. Alli tried to focus, tried to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of her work—wiping down the sticky bar with a damp rag, stacking glasses with a practiced hand, the clinking sound a fragile shield against the tension that !lled the air, checking the register to make sure the numbers lined up, a futile attempt to impose order on thechaos churning inside her. But her body betrayed her, every nerve ending on high alert, remembering how he'd touched her the night

His obsession was real. Every terrifying, unhealthy part of it.

“Why the fidgeting?” He rubs at his jawline. “I have an attention issue and get distracted. A bird that flies by the window, someone coughing, you—especially you. Doesn’t mean I’m not smart. It just takes me a while to take it all in.” He taps one of the pens on his desk. Especially you. “ADD?” I’ve read enough to know a little about it. “Technically, ADHD, but I don’t jive with putting a label on it.”

Any f**king thing. No girl can humiliate him and then go scot-free.