Obssesion Novels & Stories

THE DISCOVERY Time flew so fast,but to Ruth it was stagnant.She was under house arrest for two months,she didn't have a glimpse of what the outside world looks like,the party she found absurd was having to see what's going on in the internet because of her cell phone Rita took against her will. Her physical appearance began to increase rapidly, Rita noticed all of this and unfortunate thoughts began to course through her,she wouldn't even imagine what she was thinking to come to reality,so she died off the matters and moved on.

I continue. "I don’t know," he responds after a long pause. "I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me lately, but every time I look at you, I want to monopolize you. The thought of you being with another man drives me crazy. You’re on my mind all the damn time, even if I don’t want you there, and when I tell myself I’ll just forget you, I can’t. What the hell would you even call this? Obsession? Infatuation? Would it be like? It’s all new to me."

Obsession, a word Jareth had said many times and still did not understand how he should interpret it. The way he said it, it seemed like he was saying a flattering kind of love greater than love itself. But, obsessions are not healthy. So, that's what makes me hesitate. "I really want to know what you mean by obsession. Because I understand very different things and I doubt that's what you want to tell me" I murmur and Jareth nods. "I'll explain when I have a more focused idea of how to explain you, because you are my obsession. Now we'd best get out before we get any later." Jareth says and I immediately deny knowing how I am right now, for succumbing to my husband's temptation.

the madness for his belonging was clearly seen in his eyes, which intensified her fear because he was sounding like that deadly obsessor, who could destroy anyone or anything just to have his claim over his obsession. He could kill anyone for his obsession. Anisia looked away from him because his mere gaze felt too intimidating to her, especially when she was being so close to him. It made her get that irrational thought inside her mind like he was talking about her, but this was impossible. They both were completely strangers to each other. They both knew nothing about each other, except for their names, and it should stay like this…. right? Anisia roamed her eyes around her surroundings wh

I asked the second I heard her breathing. Her voice was high and panicked. “Someone broke into my apartment Liana. I just got home and the place is trashed. But they did not take anything valuable. They left a message on my bedroom mirror. Written in red lipstick. It says the exact same thing. The Obsession Never Dies. I am scared. What is happening? I thought it was over.” John stepped closer to the phone. “Sweetheart lock yourself in the bathroom right now. Do not touch anything. I am sending security to you immediately. Stay on the line with us until they get there.”

Comfortable. And yet my mind keeps drifting somewhere else. To a quiet office filled with books. To hands brushing silk in a lab. To a voice saying quietly, We have to be strangers. "Céline?" I blink. Callum is watching me. "You disappeared for a second." "Sorry. Jet lag." "Understandable." He leans slightly closer. "You know, you're very hard to read." "That sounds like an engineering problem." "I like problems." His grin softens as he studies my face. Then he leans in.

“I’ll die before I beg.” “Maybe you will,” I admit. “Maybe you'll fight until you’re carved into pieces. Maybe you’ll burn and smoke and be gone.” I step in close and let the cold in my voice do the work that hands sometimes do. “Or you’ll learn how much better it is to be useful.” She presses her palm over her chest like she can hold herself together. “You’re insane.” Maybe I am. Obsession sharpens a man until everything else is a dull idea. “I’m focused,” I say. “Focused gives me advantage.”

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.

The week after the risky office encounter became a tightrope walk over an abyss. Alex tried desperately to regain control of his spiraling life, but Jordan had become an obsession he couldn’t shake. Every spare moment, every excuse, led back to them. The guilt toward Sarah grew heavier with each passing day, yet the thrill of the forbidden only made the sex hotter, more desperate, more addictive.