Obsessive Novels & Stories

"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."

I looked at him shocked, what did he just say? I really don’t understand him. Adrian looked at me then, I could see guiltiness written clearly in his eyes. “I am often obsessed with things. You remembered when you asked me about my love with Louis Vuitton products? I’m obsessed with the products and if what I have isn’t from them, I won’t be happy and I will go through any length to have that. When I started talking to you, it wasn’t like that at first, not until I noticed my feelings for you. Even though I was denying it then, it didn’t stop my obsession from crawling in. I noticed that when I am not with you, I miss you a lot and if I don’t hear your voice and see anything about you, I won

” A wave of panic surged through my being. I couldn’t. An imperceptible tiny bump existed which remained barely visible yet detectable. My head performed an oscillating motion. “Maybe later. I am just tired. ” She frowned. The clothes you wear have become excessively loose and oversized recently. This behavior is not characteristic of your usual actions. ” The rhythmic beating of my heart ceased abruptly. The intense scrutiny of Alexander's eyes seared into me with relentless sharpness. My eyes never met his form. My abilities failed to allow me.

Andrew balked. “Obsessive compulsive disorder. He has a lot of the symptoms. It often manifests in a bid to control his environment. Things like excessive hand washing. Touching a light switch a certain number of times. Have you noticed these behaviours in Oliver?” “Oliver is not mentally ill,” Andrew snapped at me. It was a classic denial response, and I wasn’t surprised. Andrew was stubborn at the best of times, and I’d worked with a lot of parents who refused to believe there was anything wrong with their child.

"Someone needs to give those commentators a psychological assessment. They might be sociopaths!" Kenneth's protest made the article by Capital Entertainz go viral. Within half an hour, it was forced to delete its post. Although some continued to comment to argue, the police soon released the official report. "The attacker has a family history of mental illness. While Capital Entertainz did report the attack truthfully, the assailant's mental illness was not caused by his manipulative ex-wife. "He is a serial gambler with alcoholism, so he is prone to mood swings.

There's a picture of mine that holding my phone and talking to someone, it's when I'm calling Emerald. Is my stalker obsess with me? I don't want to assume but why is he doing this, knowing that he can't get anything from me aside from humiliation. I'm such a trash... He should stop his crazy stalking. I pick up his note for me. "I CAN'T RELAX WHEN I DON'T SEE YOU BABY... I COULD TELL I'M OBSESS." He's leaving a letter that's not a help to find him. It's frustrating me that I don't even know a single thing to him as much as he do to me. I know that he know so much about now.

he spoke, calling her attention" I feel observed. It's like someone is watching me from afar. It's a strange feeling. My friend frowns and turns in her chair to look around the place. "Are you sure?"She turns her attention to me and then looks around for signs of something. "I think you're a little paranoid."I don't see anyone. "I know you're beautiful and you attract a lot of attention, but I don't think someone is watching you. We both laugh. Maybe yes, I'm just paranoid " You're right" I sigh "I'm somewhat paranoid, but nothing to worry about.

The time always passed by slower than normal when a person waits, like they were waiting for an endless time-loop. A time-loop that has no end. A time that keeps on ticking, seconds after seconds. Repeating itself over and over again. That was the feeling that everyone had as they continued to wait outside of the Operating room.

Sitting at my desk, I felt like hitting my head on it. I'd all but propositioned a complete stranger that I had quickly become obsessed with. I found my self willing her to reply, re-reading what little contact we have already had. I'm pathetic. I've worked hard to build my billion dollar empire, I have several research facilities, labs and dispensaries, properties that range fom modest and affordable to luxurious and down right extravagant. I'm the director of several charities and own hotels and restaurants and yet here I am, losing my mind over a beautiful girl.

He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •