Pathological Obsession Novels & Stories

I had one purpose, and one goal in my mind right now. A thought that took over me and consumed my being. This woman beneath me must die, right now and in front of everyone. Giovanni was right. I’m a monster, a beast who enjoys hurting people. I relish in the smell of blood and its color drenching me. I love watching the light fade from my victims’ eyes and it makes me shudder with joy. I’m a monster, the same as the man I love.

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."

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

, Shaurya finished his speech and saw how horrible Chase's expressions were. "Chasey, think properly. You are only infatuated by Nishu. You have to find out What exactly you feel for her. What is this feeling called? You have a very strong Obsessiveness of attraction for her. And you know that this type of strong Obsessiveness usually does not last long and makes people unable to think about anything else. You are one of those types of people", Shaurya pulled the last strings of Chase's hidden obsession. Shaurya mentally smirked and Chase instantly ran out of his cabin.

And what had I done? Dragged half-naked women into my study like some jealous fucking idiot trying to prove a point. My chest tightened violently. This wasn’t strategy anymore, it wasn’t control, and it wasn’t even about the bond now. This was obsession. Ugly, possessive, desperate obsession, and for the first time since all of this started, I couldn’t lie to myself about it anymore.

Since I met her, every slight movement, every stare, every man who looks at her too long triggers something ancient in me something that shifts under my skin like a creature stretching after sleep. And Alina Miroshnikova… She is the only thing that stirs it into something sharper than instinct. Not softness, Not warmth, Not love but Something worse. A fixation? Or a compulsion. A need threaded through every violent impulse I’ve ever had. If they wanted a diagnosis, they should have written this in their little files: “Subject presents with obsessive, possessive ideation toward a specific individual, accompanied by heightened aggression response and impaired inhibitory control. Risk of extrem

i will be forever faithful. I've been ranting nonstop nonsense in mind.. I didnt realize i already entered my office gate and walking towards the building...My heart beat became eratic.. I entered the entrance of the hell hole..God ,please please be with me..You have never been until yesterday..what have i ever done to you ? Atleast be with me for today .. I pressed the 20th floor button of the elevator with shaky hands.. The elevator made a cling sound reminding me that im almost near the hell hole. I dragged myself towards hellhole.. Im going to enter the nightmare of my life.

he said with a frown. "Okay?". Allison asked cocking a brow. "I have this condition... I can't stand things not being in the right order, and it could really be embarassing for you. I can't stand dirt and other things. It's called Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I don't know if you know about it." He said with an embarrassed smile. "I've read about it somewhere before. It won't be a problem." she assured him. "I hope so". he told her and turned in the opposite direction from the exit door.

“But you said you think he’s self-medicating.” “Absolutely.” “For what?” “OCD, for one thing.” “Obsessive compulsive disorder?” “I don’t know that for sure… but have you ever seen anybody do something repeatedly, non-stop, the way he constantly plays the guitar?” I considered. “No… no, I guess I haven’t.”

Cristóbal’s pov. I limped to the bathroom, clutching my wound. The burning of the wound was still there, I was angry with the passing moment. I would f**king kill the person who set me up, There is a rat in my clan and when I get the f**ker I won't give him a peaceful death. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, those bastards tried to kill me, I should have wiped out the entire gang when I could. Did they think it would be easy for them to wipe me out?