Office Obsession Novels & Stories

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."

"Know what? That the girl who has everything wants the boy who has nothing?" "I don't want you!" She looked like she wanted to slap me, but her eyes were anchored to mine. "I hate you. I hate that you're looking at me like this." "Good," I said, reaching down to lace my fingers with hers. Her skin was ice cold, but mine was burning. "Hate is a great motivator. It's almost as strong as what's actually happening right now." "And what is that?" "Obsession." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "There's a car parked behind the equipment shed. No cameras. No Sarah. No Jax. Just a dark corner and a 'disaster' waiting to happen."

Damian stopped just inside his office and closed his eyes. What was this woman trying to do to him? It was bad enough that he dreamt of her every night like a hormonal teenager and then still had to come to work to endure her judgy gaze, as if she knew he railed her in his dreams every night. But to see her looking like some sort of sex pot straight out of those same dreams... He had a busy day scheduled, but he knew that was now entirely shot to shit. How was he supposed to concentrate now?

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.

he growled, confusion and irritation mixing in his tone. She stepped fully into view, her black-sleeved dress hugging her curves perfectly — sleek, modern, almost daring in its simplicity. It contrasted sharply with the ancient grandeur of the temple. “It’s called being modern,” she replied, her lips curling into a sly smile. “But you wouldn’t know, would you? Sleeping for six hundred years tends to keep you out of the loop.” His golden eyes narrowed,“I’m not here to chitchat, Isis,” he growled. “Tell me… why did you tie me down to that stupid human?”

Mark had not been able to pinpoint the exact moment it began, this unsettling obsession with Teresa that was corroding his entire being. The constantly staring, the noticing, the almost strategic tracking of her every movement. Perhaps the obsession had truly ignited when he stumbled upon that discreetly recorded footage, and decided to keep a copy for himself, such a private moment where she had dared to moan his name, while her hand was forming a secret caress between her legs, right there in his office chair.

Because instead of forgetting, instead of letting it fade into something insignificant, I become obsessed. With it…. With the why? With the how? With The Who? I become obsessed with the curiosity of unraveling it all and the more I try to rationalize it, the more It sits at the back of my mind like an itch I can’t scratch, it’s quiet at first when I try to suppress it but then it’s loud, it becomes louder and louder as if it’s clawing at the seams of my sanity until it’s all I can think about in between sentences, in between breaths, in between pretending I’m fine.

It never ends well. Obsession is lethal. It creeps in quietly, wrapping itself around you like comfort, but it suffocates in the end. It erases who you were and replaces it with hunger. If I stay, the person I am will disappear, replaced by someone who longs for a violent man, a sadistic killer. Obsession has never been a good trait, and this one terrifies me more than he ever could. More than what happened earlier tonight. Being locked in that office was horrifying, but this is worse. This feels like addiction, deep and consuming.

Audrey would. Smith's cold stare cut through him. "My order is final," he said. Don't disagree on that." Tony clenched his fists, helpless and furious. A soft vibration broke the tension. Smith's phone lit up. It was the senior doctor of Hale's hospital that dropped a message. Senior Doctor — Hale Medical. The message preview flashed across the screen. Smith's eyes narrowed. For a moment—just for a moment the mighty CEO looked... afraid and tense. Smith swallowed and opened the message.

should I be worried? Should I inform Amber about it?". "Hmm", I said. "indeed, obsession will make you do crazy things".