Obssesion Novels & Stories

I rub my face. " Good night sleeping beauty"They speak on the other side of the line, and only with sarcasm is their voice I can know who it is "What do you want, Luis?"I roll my eyes. It is very unbearable. Luis is a friend of Karla's that I met a few months ago. Since then he has had a strange obsession with me, he always calls me, sends me messages and I've even caught him watching you from afar. It's kind of awkward and weird.

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

9Maya. I’d never been like this before. Not with anyone. Not with myself. Obsession felt like a sickness, something I couldn’t shake, something that turned my days into endless waiting, my nights into hours spent staring at the ceiling, aching and empty and full of wild, helpless want.

It was a natural, easy connection that made her stomach churn with a jealousy so potent it tasted like poison on her tongue. Alli stayed at The Hollow long after closing, nursing a warm beer, refusing to let herself go home and sit in The silence in her head was a thick, su#ocating blanket. Alli scrubbed at the same spot on the bar, the cheap wood grain starting to blur under therelentless pressure. Her arm burned, muscles screaming for a break, but she couldn't stop. Couldn't let herself stop. She counted the money in the drawer, again and again, the bills snapping like tiny gunshots in the otherwise empty space. Anything to keep her mind from replaying the scene, a loop of Layla's hands po

"Jesus, this means this bastard has been stalking you for almost eight years??" Jared cursed under his breath, slamming his fist onto the desk. “Baby, are you sure you don’t remember ever meeting him there?” he asked her, his voice soft. “People with obsessive tendencies like this don’t just fixate on someone randomly. There has to be something that pulled him to you.”

Let her feel the violence thudding beneath my skin. “You can never be free, Reina,” I growled. “Not out there. Not in here. You walk out that door again and come back late, I’ll make you pay. You breathe for someone else, I’ll end them. Do you understand?” She shook her head, her voice barely there. “You’re insane.” “I’m obsessed,” I corrected. “There’s a difference. Obsession has purpose. Madness is just noise.” My mouth brushed against her cheekbone, slow, deliberate. “And I only hear you.”

You see, one thing about the word 'obsession' is that it's not really about the feelings or about the way you can't breathe without them by your side.... that would've been good if that was just about the word... but it's the dark side that comes along with it. It's the insecurities of them leaving you... of them getting tired of you, and when you see them with someone else, it just makes you... it makes you want to kill, want to cage them until all they see is you.

“Because the men are watching. They’re not blind. You forget numbers, dates, deals you think they don’t notice?” I stood so fast the chair scraped back. My palms pressed into the desk, leaning over him. “You got something to say, say it.” He didn’t flinch. That’s why I keep him. “You’re obsessed,” he said blunt. “With her. And it’s ruining your focus. You never used to miss a detail. Now you’re missing everything.” My breath hissed through my teeth. For a second, all I saw was red—the kind that fills your vision before you put a bullet in someone’s skull. My hand tightened on the edge of the desk. The veins in my arm stood out like cords.

Ethan’s hands twitched on his thighs but he didn’t stop her. She moved through them fast.delete, delete, delete. until the folder emptied. Then she opened his account. The newest post was still live. She handed him the phone. “Take it down. All of them.” He hesitated for maybe five seconds, then started removing posts. Each time the confirmation screen popped up he tapped yes without argument. When the last one vanished he set the phone on the comforter and looked up at her. “I got jealous,” he said. “Every time some guy stared too long I wanted to show them what they couldn’t have. Then it stopped being about them and started being about the numbers. I got greedy.”

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him