Pathological Obsession Novels & Stories

as the words flowed out of my mouth, I suddenly remembered Ayita, these were the exact same words she uttered that same day. “This is my confession” I paused for a while and closed my eyes, “I ordered the death of someone and I am obsessed with a woman. I didn’t choose to be obsessed with her but it happened and here we are. I ordered the death of a man because he was liking the woman I liked” The priest kept listening to me and from the little holes separating us, he didn’t have any judgmental look on his face. I already liked him. “Do you wish to desist from such things?” He asked me and I paused, I wasn’t ready to let go of her nor was I ready to let any man near her.

The soft carpets felt like they were suffocating me, and the big bed with its fancy headboard and satin sheets just made me feel like I was stuck in a life I didn't want. The pillows were piled high, but they didn't offer much comfort. The fireplace had pictures of my husband's ancestors, and they seemed to watch me all the time, making me feel like I was being judged. The fire crackled and popped, and it seemed to be hungry for something - maybe my freedom.

I hollered, stood up to approach her but she immediately moved backwards really fast, still having her face to me. I attempted to move closer but she brought her hand forward, "stop!" She yelled, panting like I was the demon of a horror movie trying to catch its prey. "Please tell me what's wrong so we can sort it out." I inquired, fully trying my best to stay calm. "Is it because of some goddamn fucking obsession that you decided to paralyse my parents by spraying that gas? Just so you could get your stupid desire." She hollered, tears rolling down her face.

She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence “ And where is the fun in that, huh? Why do you think I was eager to kidnap your kids___?” I gazed into Deborah's eyes, staring deep in the depth of the demon she had become all because of her obsession for Michael. I never knew obsession was real but with Deborah, I could finally understand why it is treated as a mental disease. I shake my head, to rid myself of those thoughts as I raise my lips about to answer her questions when she stopped me from providing the answers herself

She tapped Dae Hyun’s back a little hard, sending a code for him to let her go. “I’m sorry,” Dae Hyun whispered. “I don’t know why I’ve bad feelings lately.” “I’m alright, Oppa,” replied Qeiza. “I think you’ve pushed yourself too hard to work very late at night.” Qeiza knew well Dae Hyun’s habits. Her adopted brother was just like Ansel. He was a workaholic who didn’t know time when he was struggling with the stack of documents or macbook. “I guessed so,” Dae Hyun agreed. “But, you’ve always bothered my mind. Have you been in trouble?”

“Why do you think your stalker is doing this? What's in it for harassing you?” I had asked myself that question a million times. "Destroy my life," I replied. “Who would be interested in destroying your life?” “Fernando.” Paola gave Fernando one more point. “Who came into your life before the bullying started?” “Ezra.” “Do you know someone who is obsessed with your physique?” I forced my mind to think and achieved nothing. "No one that I know of," I commented. “Are you sure it's a man?” “I don't know, I can't be sure of anything but I don't think it's a woman. I have no enemy.”

" Tina asked. She can't help but feel a rush within her. Is she going to suggest that they talk him into finding a woman or letting the past go? She's ok for the later option but not the former. Jordan can only get involved with her, no, not her she meant someone like her at least. "He's heart was wounded when he lost his love. That wounded heart can only get cured by finding love again. What I mean is this. A woman like you and I have made him obsessed, it is only someone like us that can help him out of that obsession. Do you agree with me?" Isabella asked. Tina nodded. Isabella is speaking in idioms. She hadn't really said what she wanted. She's beating around the bush.

I’m about to tell her to stop talking and call an ambulance when he speaks, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been wanting to slap me for years huh,” he mumbles as he struggles to push up on his elbows. “What the hell is an oaf? Who talks like that?” “It just came to me. I think it means crazy big guy. Seemed appropriate. Are you okay?”

Absolutely not. He isn't like that. He's many things — bossy, rude, a walking thundercloud — but not unsafe. If he ever had wrong intentions, he'd had plenty of opportunities in the last four years. He could've gotten rid of me in seventeen different ways and no one would've questioned it. Still… I grabbed my pocket knife and slipped it into my pajama pocket. Just in case. 0.00001% paranoia is still paranoia, and my life hadn't exactly been a training ground for trusting people blindly.

"I still can't believe your bother is a murder. He has been pretty quiet over the years." "Yeah until she came into his life. My brother had a sick obsession with my mother. I was fourteen and Dalton was only sixteen. My mother married his father. I was happy about having a brother, but then I started to notice things with Dalton were not right. He followed my mother around like a lost dog. I would catch him standing in her bedroom. Just watching her sleep. I tried to tell my mother the things I was witnessing, but she would just blow them off. My mother was a good woman and she was good to Dalton. I think he took it in a different way. It was almost like he was in love with her. She was sma