Obsessively Yours Novels & Stories

“Hi, you must be..” “Trust me Miss Heather, I was your first follower from Beijing. I love you so much” Kenny gasped. “Oh boy” Jane sighed.

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.

I said to them. “So you mean, you are going to give up on her?” Mason asked me. “No… I never give up” I said and took a pause before adding, “The problem is… That I am obsessed with her… And when I am obsessed with something…” “You get that thing no matter what” Dylan completed for me.

"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."

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

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

She grabbed her small purse and headed toward the door. Behind her, Amy’s smile melted into bitterness. She hated—hated—that Jenny looked more beautiful than her even now, with all the expensive makeup and hours she spent getting ready. Jealousy burned inside her. “Your life will crumble soon enough,” Amy whispered under her breath. “Let’s see how long you last with a monster.” Amy breezed past her family, waved goodbye, and drove off without a second glance. Jenny, Robert, and Emma entered their car moments later.

I roared at her and she frowned at me, then her beautiful features turned ugly and her dark eyes felt like two dark pits as she advanced on me. “Why do you care so much about him? What? Do you want him? Interested in him? Does the Russian help you feel good at night?! He has been mine since the moment I laid my eyes on him. He will be with me no matter what and if you stood in my way, I won’t even fucking blink when I kill you and keep going. Yes, I want him, yes I want to own him and not even god would stop me from doing that.” Isis roared, and I blinked at her, taken aback by her outburst. And how furious she was just because she thought there was something between me and him?!

No one with out permission is allowded to step in that floor. Alexander was signing some document in his office , suddenly his secretery Harry barged into his office. He was very unhappy.No one is allowded to enter his office without his permission.He looked at Harry and shouted "Dont you know how to knock? where are your manners? Or do you think i am going very easy to you for last few days". "N.Non sir .I am here to say something about Justin sir".Harry hurridely replied scared by his president to get punishment.

The thought of that doesn’t sound peaceful, it’s wrong, Disruptive but wrong. My chest tightens sharply and I stop breathing for a second too long. No! I force air into my lungs, each breath controlled, measured. As I Inhale again and hold before exhaling out. I press my thumb harder into my palm again until the sting cuts through the noise in my head. This is irrational. This attachment is spiraling into obsession. I don’t like that word, Obsession implies lack of control and i’m always in control. So why won’t my thoughts slow or obey!