Obsessive Possession Novels & Stories

"I have spent my life making sure you are my only obsession.A reflection will not replace me. Look at me, Ivy—see me. Even here, in the middle of this nightmare, I want you to remember who owns the heart that’s beating so frantically in your chest." The humming intensified, a ghostly, feminine melody that seemed to leak from the very wallpaper. Dante’s obsession flared into a fever. He needed to overwrite the lullaby with the sound of his own name. He needed to prove, right here in the center of their enemies' design, that his possessiveness was a force of nature that no "Red String" could restrain. He pushed Ivy back against the heavy, lace-covered bed—the bed that was a replica of her girl

He does scare me but I refuse to show my fear. “And what if that obsession of yours will fade?” I contended, rage illuminating my entire being like a bright white light. I know how obsession works very well, but once that phase will be over. Then, I’m good as nothing but a toy he’s done playing with. And what next? He’ll discard me like I didn’t even exist in the first place. Obsession is a dangerous thing. It can make a person do anything, and by “anything,” I mean the most unbelievable of behaviors.

"Besides a distraction for your near two-century loneliness and a target for your insane rival?" Sam narrowed his eyes, the gold threatening to emerge. The change in Adreas's mood was a dissonance he didn't know how to process. "You're mine. I thought we had made that clear in the last twelve hours," Sam replied, his jaw tense. "'Mine,' 'mine,' 'mine'! Is that the only word you know?" Adreas exploded, turning to face him. "You speak of possession as if it were love, but this is obsession, Sam! You're erasing me. I don't leave this apartment, I don't talk to anyone, I spend every second of my existence thinking about the next time you'll pin me against a wall. I'm losing track of who I was be

What had left him with a lasting impression he would be unable to forget were the gazes of several individuals identified as threats of the highest order. The gazes that even now he could remember all too clearly. The gazes that spoke of one thing - the same thing he now found within Levi’s gaze, the same thing that evoked a feeling of profound dread in Trey - Obsession. An overpowering, reckless, fanatical fixation that knew no bounds nor reason. A reckless infatuation from a maniac that would stop at nothing to realize their own obsession, rendering everything and everyone, including themselves, expendable. That focused gaze could only see one thing and one thing alone - the only thing tha

Angioletto's Pov It is considered a deformity to be fixated on a particular person or object. It is a deformity to be narrow minded. It is a deformity to only find psychological fulfillment from just one person. My therapist had so many words to describe my obsessive tendencies. But right now, all I want is to live with that deformity for the rest of my life. My new obsession. A beauty to behold. From the moment I set eyes on her, from dusk to dawn, every day since I’ve had her under my care, she has been imprinted in my DNA.

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

In a weird way I feel he eats their organs. “What’s going on?!.” Rebecca whispered. As old as she was she had never experienced such a thing, she was a pure Demon royalty, pampered till she became rotten and devious . Her father and brothers never let her see such a thing to them she is still a baby they must protect her till her suture comes to marry her off!, how dumb. My memory went back to the first time I had seen such a thing. I was just Ten……. ^^^

I sound like a stalker who’s built someone up in my head to the point of absolute obsession and ownership. A thought crosses my mind. A thought that’s equal parts slightly unnerving and frightening. How far am I taking this? There’s no question that I’m quite enamored with her but there’s a point where that can cross into obsession. I’ve never had that issue with any woman. Did I like some more than others ? Yes. Did I love Ashlynn? Yes. But even with Ashlynn, the woman I spent over a year with, the woman I was going to propose to, I never felt this type of possessiveness. Yes, I claimed her and I was proud to have her on my arm but obsessive?

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

If that leads him to believe me, I'll do it. "No, I still call you however I want," he replied, so I looked at him, raising a brow while he looked at my eyes. "Whatever!" I replied, and it was his turn to chuckle like my Kaiser did. Then I felt his arms behind me before he pulled me closer to him. "You are only mine and mine alone," he said, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His possessiveness matches my mate, but there's something more in him. He was obsessed, which I hated the most. Being possessive and obsessed are two different things. I can tolerate my mate's possessiveness but can't stand having an obsessed mate.