Obsessively Yours Novels & Stories

Instead, my thoughts circled her, over and over, a tempest I couldn’t calm. It started small. A missed call. A delayed response. A signature I didn’t double-check. Normally, I was meticulous—flawless. Every decision precise, every movement calculated. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. Desire doesn’t respect schedules, priorities, or logic. By the time I noticed, the first cracks had already appeared.

Jennifer, who was only a year younger than Vicky, had experienced no less than Vicky over the years. Seeing Vicky's interest in the topic, Jennifer spoke up, "Anthony's mother told me that most obsessions aren't from true emotions, but rather a person's deeply ingrained principles. Some people have a strong obsession with certain things, which may be due to experiencing something profound that contradicts their beliefs."

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?

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

“Soon, my love. Soon I will take care of you again.” Possessive, obsessive and jealous. Please leave a vote and a comment!

"But -" "I do like you Marilyn but not the way you think, I just want to make you mine. I am getting obsessed with you, obsessed with your everything (saying while licking his lips as his eyes roaming on me) I am obsessed with your eyes (caressing my eye lashes) Obsessed with your cheeks (rubbing his knuckles softly on my cheeks as I close my eyes leaning towards his touches) Obsessed with your ears (pinching my earlobes) Obsessed with your neck (caressing the hickey that he gave me, his thumb pressing lightly on that spot, making me whimper ) Obsessed with your lips (rubbing my lips softly as I gasp a little) Obsessed with your chest, waist , thighs (his hands were roaming around my whole b

On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results. First, it was my obsession with making more money than I could ever spend. I was obsessed with being the best in the game. But lately, all those obsessions seemed like something so laughable, like a child's play compared to the obsession I'm currently growing towards Iris Paige. It's infuriating, irritating, and fucking unbearable. The harsh reality was that I was completely obsessed with her. Addicted wasn't a strong enough word to even start describing what I feel. I could no longer run away from it like I did when I was twenty-three. I've officially hit rock bottom admitting that I'm full-blown obsessed with

He also told her the type of lingerie he wanted on her and she always obeyed every of his instructions to the latter. She got into the bathtub and after a few minutes, got out and began to prep herself like a sacrifice that was being prepared. She got into her drawer and wasn't surprised to see that it had been fully stocked. She was very sure that they were all a size too small so that her full voluptuous tits would struggle for space and that, Vishal had said turned him on. She got out one which caught her eye and fancy and she laid it on the bed. She walked towards the dresser and began to rub different lotions and oils into her skin and hair with preciseness. She couldn't afford the pric

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

She tapped Dae Hyun’s back a little hard, sending a code for him to let her go. “I’m sorry,” Dae Hyun whispered. “I don’t know why I’ve bad feelings lately.” “I’m alright, Oppa,” replied Qeiza. “I think you’ve pushed yourself too hard to work very late at night.” Qeiza knew well Dae Hyun’s habits. Her adopted brother was just like Ansel. He was a workaholic who didn’t know time when he was struggling with the stack of documents or macbook. “I guessed so,” Dae Hyun agreed. “But, you’ve always bothered my mind. Have you been in trouble?”