Office Obsession Novels & Stories

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.

I need her. I need Lola back to tell me what to do, to chase those demons that are festering and growing inside of my head. I want to hear her voice to drown this madness. I need her or I’m going to lose my mind literary. “Who am I trying to talk to? You are a dead person. You might be standing here in front of me, bleeding, breathing and your heart beating quickly but still dead inside. You know nothing about love or emotions. You don’t feel sad, angry, frustration, or even fear.”

June, coming to the casino looking disheveled because of him had Ollie’s blood boiling, and he’d never wanted to smash someone’s face in more than he did now. Ollie prided himself on not caring about petty things like this, but here he was, fuming over a woman who wasn’t his. What was his life turning into? This obsession was supposed to be temporary. He’d been through worse and moved on, but why was he fixated on June and her boyfriend whom he hated very much? That nine-letter word had him losing his cool. He missed the days when he was indifferent about everything, nothing really touching him or stirring him up.

His expression didn't read agitation like mine did. "That girl is just crazy." He sighed, facing his laptop and continuing whatever work he was doing on it. "You know, she came to the office earlier today claiming to want to have me and stories like that." He chuckled a little. "She's so adamant on that. Her love is frustrating." "Love?" I dropped my phone on the bed. "Don, this isn't love, this is obsession, don't you get?" He stared at me with a raised brow. "Obsession, huh? I've never actually seen it that way but now that you've pointed it out, I guess you're right. It is obsession."

“I think sometimes people don’t realize how deep they’ve fallen into it. It starts small—checking their social media, driving by their house ‘just to see.’ But over time…” He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of experience. “It can escalate. The person might start following them or showing up unannounced, thinking they’re being romantic or that it’s a sign of how much they care. But that’s the thing about obsession—it warps your perception. What you think is love or concern might actually be… something darker.”

A sombre silence settles over the room, each one of us lost in their own thoughts. “I was told I have to be at the factory tonight. They want a secretary to take notes. I just assumed Don Giovanni had an important meeting. But who is organising the meeting if Stefano is gone, and Don Giovanni is dead. May he rest in peace” Isobel says, her eyes still wide. “That is what we need to find out. We need to get into the factory tonight. All the answers are there” I say.

Pondering something far away, perhaps in a realm of thoughts or memories Clara couldn't fathom. "Your love is an obsession, Clara. You need to realize that from now on." "But—" Laras raised her hand, indicating that she didn't want any interruptions. "Obsessions can narrow your mind. Is there any good in having an obsession like the one you claim is rooted in love? Is that so?" Clara looked at Laras with a puzzled expression.

Thus, it will cause discomfort for one party. The reason was revealed by Dr. Borg told Bustle that, "In obsession, we take a mixed or anticipatory mix of anxiety emotions and shift them into our thinking." So that when someone is afraid of losing, then he will make sure he will not be abandoned by one way of asking for a commitment bond that is too fast in the relationship. • Love is being yourself, but obsession is doing it to get approval. According to relationship expert Marni Kinrys, love is reciprocal. Without being asked or consciously giving and receiving have the same degree in the relationship. But it's different when someone lives it just because of obsession.

The assistant behind him asked in confusion, "Sir, why were you so lenient with her?" The man said coldly, "Where was the tolerance?" The assistant said, "If any other woman touched the master's belongings, he would definitely become extremely angry. Anything that has been touched by someone else will be burned and replaced with new ones." The man said lightly, "My obsessive-compulsive disorder also depends on the person." The assistant was dumbfounded. She glanced at the woman sitting on the wooden chair downstairs with confusion. In her memory, Grandpa had never made an exception for anyone in the past ten years, so why was he so special to this woman alone?