Obsessive Novels & Stories

RIO POV “I thought you don’t let anyone into this room.” I mention when Dante leads me into his dark office. “Or have you finally gotten over your weird kink of not letting people touch your things?” Growing up, Dante had this weird possessiveness over his stuff, that he never let anyone, not even our mother nor Nonna, into his room, to the extent that he cleaned the room by himself. I strongly believed that he had killed people in there, since it was the only soundproof room in the house.

"Ejakpa bridge? Hmm. That area is filled with gangsters. I know most of them." "Is he a new person in the area? Or do i know him?" "I don't think you know him boss." "I see." Sammy interrupted. "Boss, you haven't said anything yet about that stuff." "Which?" "Odeshi." "Oh! Yeah. That's true. Odeshi needs to take place. We can't trust anyone. Don't even trust your self because no one can be trusted. Understand?" "Yes, boss." They all replied. "One of these days, we would travel to odejim jim. He would activate odeshi on us."

“I am aware that you hate any kind of obsession. However, to speak truthfully, it possesses a certain charm. Women like me will agree.” Ms. Beth's sentiment resonates deeply with me. This man might hate obsessions, but his hatred towards it doesn't make it disgusting. He's so rude I can't. “Obsessions are unhealthy. The obsessed one doesn't have a world of his own.” Arguing back, he extended the blazer to her with a poker face before adding, “You get obsessed with a thing, then somehow, you lose it, and you get lost too. It's...”

As Alejandro left the lab, he couldn't shake off the words Stacey had said, which kept echoing in his mind: "This situation usually occur when a man is deeply obsessed with a woman. Obsession is the main cause of what happened to you, boss. You couldn't stop thinking about that lady, and it resulted into what transpired between you and Blade." As he walked down the hallway, Alejandro couldn't help but question himself. "Could I really be obsessed with Marisa?" he wondered. "No, it doesn't make sense. I can't be obsessed with someone I only had a brief encounter with." But a nagging voice in his head contradicted him, whispering, "Yes, you are obsessed with her." Alejandro argued back, saying

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

Then he laughed, "Do you know why?" My breath stopped for a second, trying to maintain composure. "Usually, people return to normal when they let go of their obsessions." "But I can't do that. Guilt and anger almost killed me. Every night, when I close my eyes, I recall the past, and then I can't control myself, sinking into memories I can't escape." Kevin's hand rested on mine, and the stethoscope sank into his T-shirt. "How do I let go of my obsession?"

Of course, it would not be a problem for him, to browse each page of the Internet to find out everything that happens in the world. This is to his credit, he found them but thanks to my good eye and my thorough investigation we are here. I am good looking for what benefits me the most but everything requires a prior evaluation to be accepted. I take what I want very seriously, a psychiatrist would say that I am obsessed with getting what I am infatuated with. But I'm not infatuated, I just want to build my own army to defend myself. Anyone would do it and it wouldn't be an obsession, it's just thinking about the future.

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa. “What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me. “I can’t stop myself from stalking someone” “Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem. “And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

“Sorry. Carry on.” I sighed again. “Yes, the guy I went on a date with. We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last month and now…he wants more. I want more, but hell, I’m afraid. I don’t want to repeat what happened before. I can already feel it. I’m already more than a little obsessed with him.” “Sometimes love and obsession are one and the same. Sometimes you can’t tell them apart because they’re no different. Love is thinking of someone every day, wanting to be with them all the time, needing to know everything about them. Just like an obsession is.”

Yes, I had been there with my parents because my grandparents lived there, and my parents and I usually visited them. I did not lie. “Oh, I'm sure you'll like it.” "I hope so." I watched, looking anxiously at his glass as he turned it around in his hand. "Aren't you going to drink it?" “I'm trying.” I looked at him confused; he sighed. “Do you remember my boring obsessive-compulsive disorder?” I just nodded. “Yeah, I did some research. It’s an anxiety disorder, right? It makes you have compulsive, repetitive thoughts to deal with the anxiety, or something like that.”